So, it’s my birthday.
I’d say something about 25, but nothing too earth shattering has happened. Not that this is a bad thing. It means nothing terrible has happened either. I’ve had a challenging year with my stomach ailments. I still look too skinny because of it. Hopefully my stomach starts straightening itself out quickly. If it doesn’t, I think come December 5th, I’ll be asked to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. Not something one really wants to do at the age of 26. (Well, ever, really.)
That’s really what 25 has been defined by. Stomach ailments. I’m hoping 26 is defined by something much more awesome.
To ring in my new year… I’m learning how to knit a cable. I’m uber nervous. I think it’s my mom’s way of getting back at me for taking her to a crochet class.