Dear Year 23 of Life,

Thanks! You weren't that great, but a lot still managed to happen.

*Got a fake promotion at BCBG and a better discount. Then I quit since I hated the work and the District Manager. But I missed the clothes and the money, so I went back. Then I quit again.
*Had a stressful last semester that was filled with more projects than I had had my entire school career. But, I got published- even if it was in The Wise County Messenger.
*I gained weight. This was not an exciting moment.
*Lived in my first real/by-my-self apartment. Dealt with bills and getting my upstairs to stay at a tolerable level of coolness.
*Got a cat. Then got another cat because cat #1 was lonely. Thanks to them my plants got eaten and I had the joy of emptying plenty of gross litterboxes.
*Graduated with a BA from UNT with a Journalism major, concentration in Public Relations and a minor in English.
*Got money for said graduation.
*Spent 4 tedious months searching for a job and constantly redoing my resume, steaming suits and grabbing the heels and pearls (lie- I don't own pearls).
*Got a job and had my sleep cycle totally murdered.
*Tried exercising but ended up rotating my hip and inch and a half back and pinched my sciatic nerve and could barely walk. It's been about 5 months and my hip still hurts.
*Felt better from hip and decided to try rollerblading at 3 a.m. with Sevahn. Not one of my better ideas. My tailbone got jammed. Yes jammed. Laugh all you want but it was crazy pain.
*Lost my job thanks to downsizing.
*Helped my mom find and buy a new house away from my home town.
*Moved to Lewisville into a nicer, yet slightly smaller apartment.
*Found a better job.
*Ate cheesecake.


So in conclusion I ask that this next year not be filled with as much physical pain and job searching. But feel free to bring on the cheesecake.

Thanks,

Kali