My 27th birthday was a few weekends ago, so I’m officially at the start of my late 20s! I’m at the beginning of the end! The open of the close! The start of the finish! Ok…you get the point! I love nothing more than “a fresh start” and I’ve decided that that’s how I’m going to look at this upcoming year, and this next era of my 20s. After the volatility of my mid-twenties, I’m actually really looking forward to the maturity, stability and calm that will surely come at the ripe ‘ole age of the big 2-7.
Yea….who am I kidding? I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I don’t know when I’m going to figure out what I should be doing with my life. I don’t know where/how/with whom I’ll be figuring this all out. My biggest goal right now is eating a dinner that doesn’t involve a cereal bowl. But if I’ve learned anything from the past few months in particular, it’s that a lot of things are out of my control, and that stressing and crying and moaning “Why Me?!” doesn’t get me any closer to figuring it out! Who would have thought 27 would bring about such an insightful, seemingly emotionally balanced me? (Not anyone who knows me that well….)
Maybe I’m just in a post-birthday-cake haze, but I’m feeling pretty positive about this upcoming year. With only an opportunity to move up and at ’em, I’m vowing to become less concerned with having a “perfect life” and more concerned with my life, as it is! So cheers to that!