When I turned 24, my hope was that people would start taking me seriously. Not that I don't think that people listen to me and value my opinion, but most of my friends and all of the people I work with know that I am young. They don't treat me like it by any means, in fact I think they often forget that I'm younger than them. But anyway, I thought that 24 sounded so much older and more credible than 23 so I thought 24 would be awesome.
It took about 6 months for me to realize a better goal would be to quit taking myself so seriously. Being young and professional is fabulous. You have all the opportunity in the world. I realized I needed to embrace that and just roll with it and have fun. I'm in my 20's! I credit this line of thought to my girlfriends Elisa, Jenny, Kerry, Kim, Dana, Jaclyn and Dalia. They taught me that it's OK to stay out too late sometimes when you have to work in the morning. That it's OK to not know what you want and be indecisive, to keep all your options open. Best of all they helped me grow by loving me just for the way I am. Even when I'm whiney and indecisive and may have stayed out too late with them the night before.
I turn 25 on the 25th of August. My golden birthday. I have three goals for year 25. I don't know if it's a good idea to set goals, but I figure why not. It'll be fun to look back a year from now and see how far I've come.

1. Have an agent for my book
2. Buy a house or condo
3. Slalom ski on my left leg--sounds minor to the other 2 but it's been a goal for a long time and I suck. My dear aunt Karla suggested we cut off my right leg and then I'll have no choice. I maybe should add a goal 4 of still having both legs at age 26.

Year 24 was great. Cheers to it only getting better in year 25!