Today is my first full day as a 33 year old. I don’t really feel any older, but then again, I didn’t feel 32. Or really any older than 22 some days.

I feel good, though. I was able to spend my birthday with my family, including my two-month old niece. I’m totally one of those crazy aunts, thinking that my niece is the cutest, smartest, most wonderful child ever. She is, but that’s beside the point.

So, in my 33rd year…I’m making a list of 33 things that I want to accomplish. Before I turn 34, if possible. But the timeline is not that important, and neither is the list, really. The most important thing, I think, is living this next year…deliberately. I’m not a huge Thoreau fan, but I think he had at least one good idea. But, he went to the woods to live deliberately. I’ve decided to go global.