Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

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Four years. Four years ago today I unleashed this gem upon the unsuspecting world:

This grown-up thing is so weird

Is it not? I'm expected t make these decisions and just never go back on them! I can't keep a lease for a year, how on earth do I know what I want to be for the rest of my life? Here's what I'd like to do if I could do everything: Be a doctor Win the lottery Have the same dog forever Have 10 dogs and refer to them as my 'peeps' Develop a television show Be an archeologist Write a book about a girlie detective Write a book about metallurgy Be a vet Visit the north pole (just in case Santa's really there) Join the Peace Corps Join Engineers without Borders Meet a stranger and eat a hamburger Be a tenured professor of... well, anything Convince the world that 5'1" is the perfect height for a runway model Be that person who does studies like '2 out of 10 people think trees aren't pretty' and 'being married makes you 12% less likely to run out of gas on the way to work' Design Italian sports cars with my little brother See?  How is one supposed to fit all of this into 100 years or less? Baloney.

We've been through a lot since then, guys. I wrote that sitting in a little studio apartment in south Boulder. I was working as a manufacturing manager for a data storage company. I was not, in as much as I recall, dating anyone. Since then I've bought a house, met a guy, switched jobs at least twice, and thrown up my hands at corporate america and returned to university life. I've adopted a second dog, started two additional blogs, and grown out my hair. I've been on a sailboat, tried roller derby, and gotten two new tattoos.

I've grown, and changed a little maybe, but I'm still mostly the same girl, writing the same blog.

The most important difference  is you guys. When I started this, I was sending words out into absolutely nowhere. I was writing on myspace, for my own amusement. Now, I have thoughtful commenters and blog friends who keep an eye out for me when I'm having a bad time. I have readers whose own blogs make me simultaneously envious and awestruck.

Basically, I love you guys. Here's to ... another four years?

Damn, that sounds like a long time.

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