24th birthdays are fairly unremarkable, as far as birthdays go. But, for me, it's a big hefty mile stone.


Twenty four is the year I get my life back. No painkillers, no disabilities, nothing to bind my hands in the fight with life. 

I imagine it's the feeling most people get when they turn eighteen. That cleansing and invigorating sense of: this life is mine. And look at all the things I can do with it.

I feel that now. At 24. 

So I am starting my new life as I mean to go on: with my head up, my heart strong and clutching hold of those crazy, stupid dreams.

Oh, and The Lion King, because it doesn't get much better than that.

Hakuna Matata.