23 years

I remember when birthday's were fun. I'd look forward to it every year, but now it's lost much of its appeal. I'm not old (yet), but I don't quite see the fun in getting older.

Then again, I'm hoping I'll enjoy being 23 for the next 12 months. Maybe something spectacular will happen. Maybe something dreadful. Regardless, I'm prepared to face whatever challenges and surprises lie ahead.

Now, must start reading art history. What a great way to kick off this 23rd year of living. :)