Month two hundred and eighty eight

Today is my birthday. I am two hundred and eighty eight months old, or rather I am 24 years old. It feels weird. Probably because I have been lying about my age since I got married, and I always chose to be 24. I guess it feels like I should be older than 24. I feel older than 24. Some days I feel like I'm dealing with a mid life crisis and that it can't be really happening when I am only 24.
This year is going to be a really good year for me. I can feel it. Basically I have to keep telling myself that otherwise what good will it do me to wallow in my current pity party. I'm going to ride my bicycle around the valley this year with my girls in tow. I'm going to watch my baby learn to crawl and eat bananas. I will continue to be completely amused and exhausted by Stella. I'm going to stop yelling profanities at inanimate objects such as a computer that's not working. I'm going to excel at my golf game and perfect my tan. I'm going to take care of myself, maybe cut all my hair off or dye it dark.
I dunno exactly how this year will go, but its a fresh start for me. I am only as good of a mother as I can be a person, so this year I am going to become a really good person. Wake up early and not stay up so late. I think I will cut back on my diet coke. I will also become realistic, so I'm probably going to drink more diet coke. I'm going to continue to work as hard as I possibly can to maintain normalcy for the girls and to secure my job. I'm going to laugh and smile, because that's what life is really about. I'm going to find real true and honest happiness in this whirlwind.
Usually when I write about these letters for the girls it's about the last month of their life, but for me, year 24 will be the best year so far.
Cheers to the next 12 months!