I read a BuzzFeed list a few months ago that ranked the years in your 20's from worst to best. 23 was ranked as the worst, and as of today, I have passed from that year.
Don't get me wrong. I am very thankful for the past year. 23 saw me through my first year of graduate school, my first year as an RD at Milligan. It brought me Ben. And even on the very hard days, it brought me new knowledge and understanding about myself and life and God. So today isn't a thankless "good riddance" to 23. It's more of a retirement party, a "thanks for your service."
And now, 24.
I know it's just a number and to everyone but me, it's just another day and nothing really changes. But I love arbitrary "fresh starts" and I am ready to hit 24 head on. 24 will see me through the remainder of grad school - through a 600 hour internship and my last three semesters of class. 24 will see me through opportunities that I don't even know about yet. And, if I choose it, 24 can see me through growth - in my relationships, my spiritual walk, my yoga practice, everything. So I choose it.
In case you're wondering, I don't remember what that BuzzFeed list ranked 24 as. And I don't care, because I'm thankful for where I'm at and I'm going to embrace it. That makes it the best.
