2019, I'm Ready for Ya'.

As I type, the song from that Alexa commercial is playing, and I couldn't feel more American.

In case you've been living under a rock or didn't get my extremely vague reference, here ya go:

Now you're with me!

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So here we are! Another year finished. Neatly packed away and stored in the memory bank in order to make room for a new chapter.

I am both looking forward to this new year and dreading it.

For my casual buildup of dread, please refer to any and all posts with "30" in the title, because that is what this year is to me: surviving my first real climb over the aging hill.

- I can survive -

But besides that small aging inconvenience (that I am also eternally grateful for at the same time, btw), I am trying to save and be a responsible adult, since 30 means you must atone for your stupidity and your sins and cannot chalk it up to youth any longer.

It isn't going well, though, guys.

I may have every intention to be a great responsible adult, but it's hard!

My sister planned an epic birthday adventure to Vegas / the Grand Canyon with the family

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My friends and I want to do a cozy winter weekend excursion in a cabin

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All the rest of my friends (thank the Lord baby Jesus) are also turning the big 3-0

and want to celebrate accordingly

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And although I am putting off New Zealand, I am trying to get up to Banff this summer

somehow, someway

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Whatever. Life is meant for living, is it not?

So let's do this, 2019.

And while I hope you are jam-packed with lots of positive financial decisions,

I also hope that some of those decisions will include living life to the fullest and seizing every opportunity to go new places and learn new things.

Because I think that's what I want most out of life.

That, and to have a size 10 bod,

but I'll take the former.

As a wise old person now (or almost), I think I can make the aforementioned happen.

I am an adult, dammit!

Happy 2019 to all the other adults out there!

SKÅL xx