24

Birthdays have always been a bit of a difficult topic for me. 

Of course I liked to celebrate with my friends, stuff my face with cake and get presents, but it also made me feel melancholic, because another year of my life had passed by.

I started thinking about missed opportunities, about all the things that should have happened, but didn´t happen, about all the goals I hadn´t reached, about everything that went wrong and was to go wrong in the future. I sat in front of my cake and thought: "Oh well, another year over, another year without big successes, another year of being single and things will probably never change." 

A few hours ago I turned 24 and some people asked me: "What do you wish for?" And of course I answered: "Nothing, I´m fine."

It was not until later that I realized that I had spoken the truth. I am fine. The last 12 months have been wonderfully insane. For the first time in my life I can say that I´m truly happy with my life. 

I´ve got awesome friends, a job that I love and most importantly: I don´t hate myself. 

I might be forever broke and I don´t have a thigh gap, but I can live with that. Maybe it´s because I met Eric Idle and still feel like nothing could ever go wrong again, maybe I´ve just grown up. 

It was about time, after all.