20 years ago, this girl was born. At exactly six am on February 5th, very cold temperatures and a not-working car almost caused her to be born in her dad’s truck, but luckily she waited a mere 10 minutes after getting to the hospital.
Yep, that’s me. That pretty much defined what my life was going to be in coming years.
Since it’s my birthday and I am finally no longer a teenager, I thought I’d share with you my 20 goals for my 20th year of living. It’s going to be a great year, I can guarantee it.
See Def Leppard. (and stalk them enough to meet them)
Pass all my classes.
Look into declaring minors or taking a class at Berklee College of Music.
Reach 5,000 views on this blog.
Learn time management.
Save money/make a few extra dollars.
Read my entire list of books + more.
Get over my fear of public speaking.
Conquer my first-ever long bus trip by myself to visit Kaitlyn in Pennsylvania.
Eat healthier to fix my body.
Clean out my room and clothes and become more organized.
Attend as many concerts as possible.
Somehow put my life together.
Write 70,000 words of a book.
Discover more great music.
Get my writing featured somewhere.
Start looking for internships.
Keep a smile on my face.
I’m off to have fun with friends and have A BEAUTIFUL BIRTHDAY!! (Much better than last year, to be honest, but I’m not going to get into that)
Oh yeah, and that cute little blondie with a crooked face turned into this. Who knew?