Today I am twenty-seven years old.

It’s been a month since I posted anything on here. And this rhythm comes with no apologies, considering how, in the past month, I have done so much more than in the six months before.

Maybe I was feeling some sort of crisis as my birthday was approaching, but in the time since I last wrote on my site, I have gotten more physically active, and done things that I never expected I would do.

For one, I took a twenty-foot drop off a bridge into the Patapsco River. That one act changed my outlook in life in such a profound way that even I find it difficult to express in words. It’s like, since then there has been this gnawing need to make changes in my life for the better. I’m looking for a new job—although I am working where I am now to pay bills and whatnot—and I have decluttered my space.

For the first time since I was fifteen, I broke a few bones. Two fingers, to be exact, doing “active stuff” that I never thought I would be doing. And the funniest thing? I may have a cast on my hand and yes, it hurts like a bitch, but misery won’t stitch my bones faster. The experience has made me realize that the friends that I had around me that day were gracious and kind and true enough to provide emotional support in the E.R.

I’ve had moments where dreaded crashing from this “life high,” but right now I’m riding a wave that I am not afraid of. 2007 might be an even better year than last.

I may be 27, oh but damn, do I feel young.