Another year, another number getting bigger and bigger. Today, I turn 24 years old and for some reason feel much older than that. Well, it may be because I didn't get any sleep and the weather outside is absolutely dreary. But, like I love to do with a lot of things, I want to write a letter to 23 as I turn 24. I apologize ahead of time, as this will be real and honest.
"Dear 23,
You were a good year. I started you out drunk off my ass passed out on Todd's living room floor after attempting to drink nearly a handle (and succeeding) of rum while playing drinking games. My first birthday present from you was sharpie on my face thanks to Todd, Amanda, and Thomas. But you know what? I enjoyed it since it was done by some really awesome friends. My celebration of you at Ale House could have gone better, but I wasn't too upset at everything since I knew all of my friends were there.
But, 23, for relationships you were a royal douche and a half! While I had great roommates, I couldn't hold down a steady relationship to save my life. I kept trying too hard with a girl that could have been great and that blew up in my face twice, I was basically dating a girl and decided to sleep with another girl basically maintaining a relationship on the side, and then tried to play both girls at the same time. I'll touch more in a letter to 2012 later on, but 23 you didn't do anything good for me with the ladies. While I enjoyed the physical things, I never really got anything emotionally out of it, and paid for it.
23 one thing you were good for was that you gave me a reason to feel old. My body was being battered and bruised from working out and training so much. But, it felt good to know as I was getting older I was training even harder than I was at 22. I felt 'old' from the days I spent at the gym breaking my body down and working harder than the day before. But, at the end of it, I did that and felt even better the next time.
The summer brought multiple things....it brought heartbreak, new beginnings, more heartbreak, and all in some sick and demented cycle. I really feel like if I had taken steps back at each part I could avoid things better. But, alas, I didn't and paid the price with everything.
But, 23, you brought something into my life that has brought me many many emotions. I'll touch more with my 2012 letter post but Belle was the best thing to come into my life. That puppy, as frustrating as she is every day is worth it all in the end. It brought people close to my life that I would have never met, and also got me to meet some I wish I hadn't. At the end of the day, Belle is worth every penny....most pennies spent on replacing chewed up things around my room!
So, 23....you may have brought me some of the most horrendous heartbreak, cynical emotional torture, but in the end I can't thank you enough. At the tail end of you I now sit at my desk at a job I love and realize, 'That actually wasn't so bad, because I learned.' So, 24 will have a lot to live up to which I think it will and then some...
Sincerely,
S. Matt Eason "