At a certain point, there isn’t really anything all that spectacular about turning another year older, but it does make you pause and think about what you have and haven’t accomplished over the last 12 months.
24 was a tumultuous year. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced so many ups and downs in such a short amount of time:
I was unemployed for a good portion of the year, which caused a kind of stress that I had never known before and I hope to never experience again.
I winged an interview with a celebrity. I thought it was going to land me a job at my internship… but it didn’t. It did, however, just get published last month.
I took a free trip to DisneyWorld courtesy of my magazine internship and learned that there is no way to fit a giant Mickey Mouse into my duffle bag, no matter how hard I try.
Remember when I worked at a gelato stand? Yeah… that was weird.
I survived unemployment and found a job that I truly love, working with a fantastic group of people I can’t get enough of.
I got an iPhone. Oh, did I *ever* get an iPhone.
I fell pretty hard, both for someone and, also, onto a sidewalk. Experienced a bit of heartache on both occasions. I’ve got the scars to prove it.
I found a happy-go-lucky version of myself that I had no idea existed. She exists primarily on the phone, talking to customers who are pissed off as shit.
I rediscovered my love of taking pictures, with the help of a long lost camera.
I started running on a regular basis.
I ate a LOT of macaroni and cheese.
I went to a LOT of shows at the UCB.
I improvised in hundreds of scenes; some that made me feel like I could fly, others that made me feel like I should give up and go home - meeting some wonderfully funny improvisers and making some great friends along the way.
It was a great year - bad things happened, sure, but some good things happened, too, and I learned a lot about myself. And no one can say it was boring. Or unfunny.
Here’s hoping that year 25+ will be just as eventful - with, maybe, a bit more comedy and a lot less unemployment.


