Today I turn 27 and I can’t quite get my head around that age. Almost thirty but not really. Not mid-twenties. Probably just a vague twenty-something who should buckle up and get her life in some sort of order. Feels like she might still be 21 and enjoying a really, really long post-grad lifestyle.
In previous years, I’ve felt a sort of frenzy in the lead-up to my birthday. Pressure to organise something wildly fun and out of my comfort zone. Feeling like I’ve not accomplished enough ‘for my age’. The need to try something new. A fear of looking like I’m not having enough fun or making enough from my one birthday of the year.
This year, I feel content. I feel so content with what I have that I couldn’t even name a single material object (bar the Chloé Pixie bag – duh) for my birthday wishlist. I’ve found a great hobby in the gym and working out, my friends and family are amazing, I’m dating the guy of my 17-year-old dreams, I have a ridiculously cute dog who doubles as a furry best friend, I’m working for myself by myself, I have some exciting goals that I’m working towards… 26 was great.
Yesterday I shared a light-hearted post full of the things I’ve learned in 26 years, but if there is one takeaway from life so far that I can share, it’s that life is never what you envision it to be but that’s what makes it magical. Yes, you can absolutely reach your goals, hopes and dreams, but the path to get there is probably going to be messier than you’d hope. And no, you’re never going to feel like a real grown-up, even when you tick off things like a home, a dog, a car and other half. You’ll find yourself eating cereal right out of the packet at midnight. You’ll overthink things until you cry at your desk or sitting in your car. You won’t even realise but you might even speak to a friend for the last time.
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Aged 27, I hope to truly work on my savings and make some investments and hopefully buy my first house. I hope to make plenty of time for myself as well as my loved ones. I hope to continue finding contentment in what I already own and to discover newness in what I have. I hope to ‘do good’ and become a more charitable person, volunteering my time as well as providing funded efforts. I hope to become physically stronger. I hope to publish a book.
Here’s to 27.