Yesterday was my birthday. I'm 26. I've been dreading that day for 3 months. But yesterday as I sat around watching my family sing me happy birthday before I blew out my candles, I realized something. Getting older is just a thing I've been focused on, when I should have been focused on the greatest blessing of all...that my family is still alive, healthy and happy and here with me. That yes work is a drag sometimes, but it doesn't have to be the only thing I'm on this earth for. I'm very grateful for all I have and all I will become.