I was 23 years yesterday, today I am 24. One year closer to death. My major experiences during the age of 23:
I have realized that I do not take aging very well. My birthday usually trigger days of existensialist panic. This makes by my birthday celebrations less than optimal as parties.
About one year ago I suspected that my life might be going into a downward spiral. Although I can't see how I saw that coming then, I can now confirm that it did. An Annus Horribilis indeed.
Now suspect that all will be going upwards rather quickly. Old personal goals are getting back into focus, and new, exiting ones are emerging. Priority one on the schedule now is to pick up on my main goal from last year: