Another Year Older...Almost.

I thought it might be interesting to post what I was thinking on the eve of my birthday last year, and compare it to who I am, where I am at, and what I am thinking now.

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, but we've I've got a long way to go.  Especially professionally. And socially. And romantically.

And we're I'm gonna have to do all of this with a sidekick on my hip.

Most of all, I'm hopeful.