Well, well, well. It’s been one year since my 27 post, so it was only fitting to follow it up with 28. Entering into the last odd-numbered (and overall final) year of my 20s, I am beginning to wake up from the haze of routine and comfortability that I have put myself into over the last few years. Now, more than ever, I am not fearing time, but rather taking it back. 29 is going to be my best year yet. I just know it.