Birthdays Matter.

The difference a year makes. The difference, two, three… eight. Eight years make a lot of difference when you’re looking back. Today I celebrate the first day of Spring with a type of fondness that surpasses other seasonal beginnings. It is also four days to my 26thbirthday. I've always loved the timing of this day in my life.

Wait, what? & waiting.

I.Hate. Waiting. Those who know me well know that I hate waiting. I am also easily distracted. "Is my final grade posted" "Have they texted back yet?" "I can't wait for Saturday" "Is it May yet?" And the list goes on and on.... I hate waiting on that text, that phone call, that email back. …