i'm tu-wen-tee fo-wah today. yep, read it and weep. i survived age 23. my brother (the well-read one) was convinced that at age 23, one of two significant things will happen to you. you will either die or fall in love. i had a little taste of the latter, but as rach said tonight, she was in love with love when she was 23. i think i can relate with that. but anyway, whoever is out there reading this, make this a year to remember. this year is the one you do something awesome in - something you've always wanted to do. i'm extending the permission for you to do it. so get busy. i'm going to bed.
happy new year. don't forget to write.
2 comments:
congrats on reaching 24. I'm glad you didn't die. Looking back on my year of 23, I think some part of me died which made room for love. So...both came true, which further evidences my theory. much more love this year.
I'm still in love with love at 26. When does it end?
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