9343 Days

9343 Days.
25 Years and 7 Months.
It's been that long since I been born on the night of a full moon. So why not celebrate being 25 years and 7 months old?

It didn't begin like any other Friday. It started with a almost sleepless night filled with worry. But it turned into something much darker like a brewing tornado. But as with many tornado watches, it did not grow into what could have been devastating; it actually is something worth anticipating and you might as well enjoy the company that you're with.

I discovered the divine solitude of being on the golf course alone. And better yet, I played exponentially better than in my last outing. Though I must admit that I hit three straight shots into the water...

What is a day without food? There were some Mexican pizzas from Taco Bell, crab cakes, eggplant, tofu, pizza, and even a piece of Frozen cake. Of course, there was plenty of clean refreshing water; we're so blessed to have an endless supply of drinking (and tasty) water so easily accessible.

It was rollercoaster day: from enjoying a dance recital to being yelled at for a story devised to surprise a great friend's momentous ## birthday. While the fabricated tale was a bit excessive (on the realistic side), it certainly fueled the success of the surprise. Fun was had without much care or worry whether that be just in conversation or on the dance floor to popular music of the past. Fun was had to the point of almost injury and tons of embarrassing looks/stare were to be had on the journey.

Of those 9343 days (and counting), yesterday will definitely be one I will remember for a long time. The day will be recounted numerous times in the future and with each retelling, the vigor and legend of that day will grow.