On Friday, Dec 1st I turned 28 years old and I feel the same. When the conversation of age comes up, a lot of people use it as a scale of maturity or wisdom. I hate to think that someone who is 16 years old, lives on the streets, and has to fend for food and shelter every day is not as knowledgeable or mature as someone in their 60’s who has live off their parents fortune and has never worked a day in their life. Age is just a number, just like your weight is just a number, your college GPS is just a number, how much money you have in your bank account is just a number. I always thought growing up that when I was ‘of age’ that I would be better at achieving life goals and have more ‘handle’ on my life. This is not true and can not be farther from the truth but that also does not mean that with every fall I haven’t learned more then I would have if I had not fallen. This 28th year of my life, there is going to be more of a focus on loving myself, being comfortable with where I am in life, and being proud of where I have come from and where I am going to be in the coming years.