Life.Stages.

When I got home I watched some of the video of the life.turns. launch and was quite jealous I wasn't there.

I am, or rather, I used to be one of those people that are always last to leave at a party for fear of missing out on some fun. I'm certain it stems from being a tiny tot and having to go to bed while everyone else staying up. I'd come downstairs with a constant stream of excuses, or would sit on the landing upstairs, my legs dangling down through the banister, listening to the talking and the laughter. (bottom left)

Somewhere during adolescence I must have made an unconscious decision never to miss out on fun ever again.
The first years away from home I partied hard, and often. My body let me get away with lots: not sleeping for 36 hours in a row, not eating right (or at all).(top right)

But years passed, I grew up and told myself that if a party was dull with me there, it certainly wouldn't get any better with me gone!
I started to eat better, sleep more, pay more attention to what was good for me and what not.
Surprisingly, my body lets me get away with nothing anymore. (off-center)

To prevent permanent wilt (top center) I'm off to bed as soon as I hit submit :)