(sighs) Happy birthday to me. I'm turning twenty-four (laughs), I almost forgot the number. I was born around 11:40 PM, so it's not quite the exact moment yet, but I guess no one is that serious about those kinds of biological clocks. I'm another year older.
It's been a year since I graduated, and time really flies. After school, there are always things to do; it's not like before where I knew my assignments and had free time to plan. Back then, the stress was just the usual worries of youth. Honestly, I haven't developed as much as I intended this past year. The nerve injury in my hand meant physical development almost went negative. Mentally, though, I think I've grown. I've tried more hands-on work, even if I'm not fully immersed, more like giving opinions and looking at the big picture. My brother usually handles client negotiations.
So, 24. Benjaphet, the critical age, is that 25? I don't know if I truly believe in it, but it can't hurt to be careful. I just got back from out of town and I'm a bit tired. I slept so little last night (laughs) because I drank coffee in the evening, then another shot later. My eyes were wide open all night. I want to wish myself good health, happiness, and good luck, to be guided to good things. I really want to do a recap every year. I believe everything happens for a reason, good or bad, leading to a fated outcome. Tomorrow I have early work calls and plans to chat with friends. I hope the day goes smoothly.