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.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
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yay! Oh.... 27 isn't so bad. :) I must agree though. I don't feel like a grown-up. I feel much older in age than I am in mental status (haha... that's not exactly what I mean)... We have "kids" who are now 20 years old and volunteering with us in our middle school group who were once our middle schoolers! THAT'S NOT ok... I'm not supposed to be that old!!
ReplyDeleteI am in the boat with you on that one! I don't feel what I think most would suppose one to be at age 27. :) Guess time just creeps up on us!
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