Well, about six months ago when I was moving back to Dallas from Baton Rouge to continue physical therapy, see doctors and finish my master's from home I kept telling myself to look months ahead and maybe it would all calm down. I made this little goal for myself that things would turn around and be okay by the time I turned 25. "Life will start at 25," I told myself, hoping I could put this past year behind me and hopefully forget the pain; maybe even start working out again. Man, I miss that.

Ironically, here I am, one week from my 25th birthday and I'm about to start a new job, will sign a new lease and move soon, and have even started riding the bike a little bit. It did take the full six months and I'm not completely pain free but I've certainly made great strides and I really feel like maybe these are some new beginnings!! I'm off to New York next week to stay at the W Times Square for my first day at Google. Two weeks later I'll come home and find a place to live, get on a work routine and gear up for the first fall/winter holiday season where I'll really be in Dallas. I'm excited :) If I can just keep riding the bike and getting some exercise I really need to shed some of these pounds. Pray for freedom from pain and the ability to move my body. I'm still hopeful I'll make a full recovery!

Less than a week away from 25. Wow. 25. Can I really be 25?! It hardly seems possible. A lot of people go through quarter life crises, I know. For me, though, I'm just so excited to move on and get over this last phase of my life. I'm happy. I'll probably take 30 pretty hard, but for now, I'm okay.