I'm 26 now...

One thing I forgot to mention in all the Telluride madness (which I have now returned from) is that I turned 26 years old that first night I was up in Peonia. I didn't tell the guys up there about it, and I haven't really celebrated since I've gotten back. This is the first birthday I've had that really passed without much ado.

Much like when I turned 25, I'm finding myself reflecting on the past several years. My post- college years have been mostly successful, but I still feel like I'm really searching for my place in life. I haven't really had the time to completely settle in anywhere. All of the jobs I had have been temporary, except for the current one. I've moved every single year since I've been back here. My love life has consisted of moments either painful or painfully short.

Still, Colorado is a wonderful place to be, and I can't imagine my life anywhere else. Did I really spend 4 years in Missouri? I've been back here almost that long now! Will I really spend the rest of my life here like I've always thought? Is there someplace I'd rather be?

And I still haven't answered the biggest questions of all.

Why am I here?

What am I supposed to do?

Maybe I'll figure them out by next year.

Maybe I won't.