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23,

As I write another letter on another birthday, I realize that every year I’ve just finished was the most insane year of my life. In some ways, 23 fits that shoe perfectly. But then I think about the last six months of being 22, working in politics and tell myself 23 wasn’t all that bad. 

Granted, I was unemployed for seven months, struggling through job interview after job interview, but now I have a job I absolutely love. While my contract expires early next year, I’m feeling hopeful that I’ll get something permanent there. It would be awfully nice to spend all of 24 with a full-time job.

23 also taught me that my autoimmune disease isn’t the end-all-be-all, even though it often feels like it. I lost thirty pounds (and then gained six back or so). But I learned that my body can do that, which is something I didn’t I could do a year ago. I’m hoping 24 will get me closer to my overall goal. Not only did I lose the weight, I started going to the gym on a regular basis and in the past month I’ve finally found professional help for my life-long acne struggle. While 23 wasn’t the “year I fixed my health problems” it was the year I started down that path.

I thought I’d put out two books this year, but I put out zero. I stumbled in my business, but that’s okay. The stumbles of 23 are hopefully the building blocks in which 24 will flourish.

This year, I learned who I couldn’t count on – even when I thought I could. I realized that being forgotten is one of the worst feelings in the world, and growing up doesn’t make it any easier. I’m still a recovering political addict (with more emphasis on ‘addict’ than recovering) with a nasty sense of humor. In 24, part of me hopes to even just make it to a date, but then again, my sense of humor would be crippled if I actually did.

In 23, I also found some of my new favorite hobbies – podcasts, Youtube, and tornado coverage. While I was unemployed over the spring, I spent many afternoons watching severe weather coverage while I was writing or working on blog stuff.

For no real reason why, I’ve always considered 24 to be my lucky number. I don’t know why, I just like the number 24. So, while I love the number 24, I hope the number 24 loves me, because for the first time in a long time, I totally ready to embrace whatever it throws my way.

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