I'm 23 and I'm in the best physical shape I've ever been in, which I've been steadily improving for the past 6 years. I feel like this is the best year of my life, the year before was the 2nd best, the year before that was the 3rd best, and so on.
I haven't had much success in the career department. Went to college. Was nominated to the dean's list. Found out that didn't mean shit because for pretty much every job opening in my field, there's a few *hundred* people just dying to fill that spot. So I worked for a little over 2 years in construction, where I spent most of my time doing mundane tasks to the point where they burned themselves into my brain. For example, I'd spend a few hours chipping concrete off a crane, and then whenever I'd close my eyes I'd see bits of concrete flying everywhere. Now that I've saved some money I'm trying to get into a different career. Not quite sure how it's all gonna turn out, but it seems like my best chance at being able to support myself doing something that I'm actually good at and I enjoy.
While college didn't end up leading me anywhere career-wise, I loved the freedom and responsibility of being able to cook my own food. I was one of the cleanest people out of everyone that I lived with, which isn't saying much, sadly. Some of my roommates had the disgusting habit of leaving expired food in the fridge for weeks, or leaving beer bottles *everywhere* or leaving their dishes in the sink for days. Pretty much every night of my college life was spent doing either boxing, rock climbing, or hosting a radio show.