You’ll have to forgive any odd wording here (I’m really tired!), but with ten minutes until I am legally considered 21 years old, I figured I’d write something.

I’m currently lying in a bed in a hotel in Dunedin, bathing in the glorious warmth of this electric blanket (I’m really a cat at heart), listening to the rain & Amanda Palmer playing from Alex’s phone. I’ve had two exceptional birthday weekends in a row, and feeling both loved by and incredibly grateful for all the people in my life these days.

I think back to ‘who I wanted to be when I grew up’, and standing on the threshold of a new part of my life (a full time job, starting Monday!), and looking at what I’ve done with my time so far…

Yeah. I thinking little me would be proud of the me I am now.

I’m happy. It’s a nice feeling. :)

Here’s to twenty-one years, and many more to come.