23
Today is my birthday. I will say goodbye to 22, my worst year of life thus far. I remember back in 1994 when I used to go to BINGO with Marge, my neighbor in Cambridge Square. She was my babysitter. We used to go on Friday nights. Her least favorite (or least lucky, I can't really remember) was 22. She said 22 was never a winner. I agree with Marge. 23 will be my year of change. Change for the better, because I am finally letting go all of all of the pressure I put on myself not to disappoint others. I am going to not disappoint myself. I am going to do what I want to do regardless of what other people think. I can do anything I want to do. And for the first time, I'm going to have the courage to take the steps to do what makes ME happy. Thank god for birthdays. They are like New Years without the January 1st.