twenty years.

the last time i left you, it was with questions.

i hoped to return with answers.

instead, i have returned with goals, and hopes, and dreams,

and a new fondness for this body and soul more commonly known as sharlyn emily anderson.

i can't tell you how long its been,

though its been a while.

i can't tell you i have discovered the meaning for life,

or cured cancer,

or even solved a crossword on my own,

though i tried the crossword bit, and the meaning for life..

and cancer?

well, cancer is far too scientific for this brain.

what i can tell you is this,

i know me.

i know who i am,

and i know this without a doubt,

and with all of my heart.

i'm twenty years old today.

twenty.

that may not seem like much to you,

and i realize i'm far from old,

but.. wow.

twenty is a lifetime for some.

twenty.

i feel like in those twenty year

s i have accomplished so much.

but i have so much yet to accomplish.

and that is what this post {and this return to blogging} is about.

"twenty years from now you will be more disappointed in what you did not do, than what you did"

this year:

this year i will practice yoga.

this year i will loose twenty lbs.

this year i will return to school.

this year i will save five thousand dollars.

this year i will take a real vacation.

this year i will invest in a good camera.

this year i will ride a hot air balloon.

this year i will train my dog.

this year i will volunteer.

this year i will finish twenty books.

this year i will stick to a budget.

this year i will give handmade presents.

this year i will finish decorating.

this year i will run a 5k.

this year i will get my real estate license.

this year will learn to speak french.

this year i will find a regular church.

this year i will visit my grandparents more.

this year i will blog regularly.

this year i will stop biting my nails.. forever.

♥

thanks for sticking with me through my little spell.

{i even managed to gain a few followers, not sure how that is possible}

i promise i'm back for good.

no more bratty fits.

xoxo,

sharlyn