Last year on this day, I wrote about how much I had accomplished in the previous year (belated props to God, my parents, and other big influences).  I graduated college, got married, bought a car and a house, and worked full-time for longer than a few months.  All this "big time stuff" happened in my first year out of college. 

Since then, I haven't really done much.  I haven't graduated from anything, I haven't started any new relationships, I haven't bought anything big (except a few Walmart shirts and some power tools), and I'm still working. My words back then were true:  "In my first year out of school, I've accomplished every major thing that I'll ever accomplish, except having a baby."  Everything is pretty much done for now, until I have a baby (which won't happen for at least a little while).  There's not much more I can do.  I guess I should quit now while I'm ahead.  I should throw in the towel. 

I'm not writing this remorsefully, as a dying tribute to my days of old.  It's not that I regret doing things the way I've done them.  It's just that all my major accomplishments occurred very quickly after graduating from college.  And most of those accomplishments were firsts, implying that there will probably be seconds and thirds (except marriage; that's a one-time thing).  I'll probably buy another car.  I'll probably graduate again.  I'll probably get another job.  But it won't be quite as exciting the second time. 

So here's to another year of working, speeding tickets, puking, and credit card fees.  (Ah, the cynicism.) #psychology