Chapter 27

27

Such an odd little number that, starting tomorrow, will define and haunt me for a year.

27 years ago today I began my journey [descent, ascent or transcendence: you pick] into the world. After 16 hours I arrived at my destination [planet earth] and began my pilgrimage through the odyssey called life.

Through my 27 years I have experienced Costa Rican Sunshine, Texas Storms, and Disneyland Bliss, I've done a lot more in my brevity than many have done with their lives, yet I have experienced so little in scope of the world.

I'm not who my younger-self imagined I would be at 27. I thought I would be a mother by now, not sure that I ever ascribed to a certain career as a dream, but I definitely envisioned myself as more settled than I am.

One thing I've discovered, I am a young soul trapped in adult responsibilities [not that I don't love most of the things I am tied to]. I will always dream of happily ever afters, make a wish when I see a bright star, and attempt to break the world record for biggest bubblegum bubble.

I'm far from the stuffy, mature, tired person I imagined I would be at 27, but I am happy about who I am. I hope that 27 years from now there is still a part of me that enjoys the simple childish pleasures in life.