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This past Friday was my birthday.
I'm..wait for it... 27.
YEP.
20 + 7 years.
Right now, you might think I'm crazy. You may be saying, "gaawd- shut up, you're so young", or "Oh, I didn't know that hip lady was so old." Either way, my birthday isn't about you, it's about me - and it feels fucking old.
When I think about my fantasies of childhood, I vividly remember planning my life thinking that by now, I'd be married with at least two children. It's so funny how reality hits and you realize it may be best to take your time.
I must say, 26 sure was good to me. I celebrated a year of a marriage with my wonderful husband, bought out first home, left the country, celebrated numerous joyous occasions with friends and family, became a fully licensed professional, and even ventured to start my own small business (as a private human-helper).
Though it does sound effing old, I'm really looking forward to 27. I'm comfortable in where I am mentally right now, but definitely feel there's lots of continued opportunity for growth. I can't wait for all the things to come in this next year.
27...You're mine.
image from Cup of Jo
So accomplished at such a young age. Proud of you. Whenever you get the urge to think you're old, just think about your much older, more wiser friend in me :)
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