Mixed feelings about turning 27. I apologize if this sounds like some pretentious 16-year old rant about “coming to age” or or that I am now 3 years closer to the “Dirty Thirty”… I just need to sort my thoughts via the typed word.
First, I know it’s just a birthday. If I am lucky, I get to celebrate another year of life—and that in itself should be enough. But, I confess… I am human and I need others to tell me that they, too, are happy I am alive. 27 is nothing special, so I am not expecting a month long or week long celebration anymore (pssfftt.. that was SO 26 of me). However, I find it strange to be “celebrating” it 2 months later. I had to move it for various reasons, and all perfectly good reasons.
*Author/Blogger note: I honestly don’t know how to end this post without writing something I will regret. I guess I will just say, that I hope I won’t feel as “forgotten” or lost when it comes to planning my wedding and receiving support. I will have my Marine Dude, and a wedding planner on my side for sure, but I hope the people who I call on will rise to the occasion.