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one, big muchas gracias to all those who took the time to wish me a happy birthday today.

especially all you individuals who i rarely talk to/haven't talked to in ages.

in all honesty i'd been dreading 23 for what seems like a whole year... ever since i turned 22.

i just didn't want the day to come. 

period.

and then to add the icing on the cake, i recently came across an article on,

*rolls eyes*, facebook, that shed light as to why 23 is the worst year of your life.

oh ya? oh sick. 

awesome.

but what TRULY is so gut-wrenchingly terrible about 23, you might ask?

well... nothing.

to put it simply:

it's all what you make of it.

i'd originally assumed it to be some big identity crisis.

and, to be fair, i have re-evaluated career paths and goals,

but rather than being fearful and negative about it, 

i'm trying to use it as an opportunity to learn more about who am i.

what are my strengths/weaknesses?

what am i truly passionate about?

do i belong in another city... country?

and so on.

while in palm springs for the next 8 days, 

i figured this would be a good opportunity to spend time reflecting, 
and talking with God about all these things hammering away in my head.

and at the end of the day,
no matter where i am or what i am doing,
i am blessed (to death).

"And see if there be any grievous way in me,

and lead me in the way everlasting!"

Psalm 139:24