My 20th year was a good one. I am finally at a point in my life were I’m there is not a shortage of good people. I feel like I’m making progress rather than stuck in time. It’s amazing how much can happen over a year, or even two really. Everyone says that the twenties are years of growth, and they weren’t lying. I guess I wasn’t expecting it to be such good growth though. There has been a fair amount of negative things, just as there always is, but I’m at a point were I can say with confidence that the good is outweighing the bad. I can’t say how much of that is because of my changed perspective on life and how much of it is a good hand by God. But I’m thankful. I’m thankful that I’ve grown and that I’m in a place where I can see my life keep growing. Hello 21. Here I am.