…I was 25.

This morning, I can’t help but wonder at how much has changed as I attempt to embrace and wrap my head around the fact that I’m now 30.

But five years later, I’m still doing my best to smile always and not take myself too seriously. The latter, perhaps, is prominently becoming the biggest challenge with each passing year.

But today, it’s my birthday. So fuck all the bullshit. Balls to the wall—look out world, I’m on my way to work.