I’m 25. That means I’ve lived 25 years. Hah! I’ve still got my piece on the game board of life, and it’s doing pretty all right.

If life were a day, I’d be in late-stage sleep, probably heavy on the REM and dreaming wildly. If life were Star Wars, I’d be half done with Gungans, although only a quarter done with Hayden Christensen. If life were the career of the Talking Heads, I would be just about to release “More Songs About Buildings and Food”.

I’m leaving Seattle in just over two months, and the US in just over three. In the next year, I will hopefully experience the following:
- visiting all you wonderful family and friends before I go
- the world’s tallest mountains and a lot of Buddhism

- submitting papers to top-tier academic conferences

- plants that eat bugs
- one of the world’s biggest tennis tournaments
- underground cities and stuff
- at least one country that y’all think is super dangerous

- admission into at least one grad school that I’m excited about

- a crater that is continually on fire

After that, I’ll get paid a scholar’s stipend to write some programs that I want to write, to find out things that I want to find out, and occasionally hang out at big ol' intellectual fandangoes with other like-minded sorts.

““Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best – " and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.” That’s the moment I’m living in right now: the moment of excitement, and boy it is great.

But it’s not the whole thing. Over the next quarter of my life, I hope that I can balance that excitement with more focus, mindfulness, and compassion. I think these are the most important skills to develop, and I still feel like a fool! But that’s fine; after two years of regular learning-stuff school, I was a second grader.

Anyway, it’s tempting to say “well, look at my life about to start; the best is yet to come!” but that reduces life to a set of achievements, sets myself up for potential failure, and discounts the truth that the best is right now. As they say: Thank you for everything, I have no complaints whatsoever.