The morn of my 23rd year

It's official: I'm 23 years old.

There is something particularly unremarkable about this age, I think.
23 is a nice enough number, I guess.
But it lacks va-va-voom.

I guess that means that this will be the year during which I learn to more deftly provide for myself in the area of excitement and sensationalism.

I see this as a good thing.

This is the year I intend on doing a few things.

-Graduate from PSU
-Write a collection of short stories
-Finish the first installment of my memoirs
-Delve more passionately into professional modeling
-Grow out my curls
-Go to France
-Get out of the service industry
-Get married (kidding)

Here I am with this new list in front of me and it's the first thing I'm doing with a set intention in my newest of anniversarial endeavors.
I think that means I'm setting goals for myself rather than expectations.

This is the year of accomplishment.
And with that, I bid you all a good night.