24

Yesterday was my 24th birthday, and although in many people's eyes I must still seem so young, I have to admit, it's been the first time I've actually felt the weight of what our '20's' can be.

Quit rolling your eyes.

I partly blame the Olympics. Like many, I've been hypnotically glued to them since they began, which, I'm sure my body will be thanking me this week with the extra doses of sleep it'll be receiving. Seeing so many young, talented athletes endure the most pressure they ever have and come out on top..I'm in awe. They've accomplished so much already..and that's when my 20's time clock began ticking. Holy cow! I'm almost half way through! And although I'm confident I wasn't destined for the Olympics, my drive keeps pushing me in gear..to draw more, create more personal work on the side - all the things that make me happy..that make me want more out of this life. As many things as I'm trying to do, I constantly have this feeling of standing still. Or, maybe that's just what I fear the most. Whatever the case, this year my hopes are high. It's going to be a good one, I have a good feeling :)