I dug through my archives (which, really aren't so vast) and found this post, "65 Days Until Baby."
It's about the passing of Michael Jackson.
Not exactly a window to my soul.
So,( for next year, )on the eve of my 24th (eek!) birthday, I feel:
loved, tired, open, happy, stuck, loving, lonely, hopeful, serious, patient, anxious, bummed and ...hopeful (one more time for good measure.)
I hope that the next year brings me forward ,as I feel that the previous year has finally given me time to catch up. I hope I am not in the same exact place a year from now, because as okay as it is, I want a life far greater than okay.
24 year old Kacie is going to demand excellence. Not only am I going to demand excellence, but I am going to do whatever is needed to achieve it. Cuz, ya know, sometimes...demanding something isn't enough.
I've tried that.
I am proud of how far 23 year old me has come,
Most of all, I'm hopeful.