I woke up this morning a year older. But really, how can you age a whole year overnight? I never really understood that part.
I went to the bathroom mirror and started searching for unwanted wrinkles and hair that might be where it wasn't before. Fortunately, I have neither of those things. Apparently my only signs of aging are my stray grays... and I've had those for years. I think the first one popped out when I was around 23. So that really doesn't count.
Everyone asks me how old I'm turning and I love making them guess. Because they always say 25, 26... it's probably because I've never had kids. I'm pretty sure they age you.
So today, I will be thankful for my youthfulness and keep enjoying life as I have been. I look forward to lunch with friends and later drinks with more friends. Pleasant, laid-back and friendly.
I think turning 27 was the hardest. I felt almost thirty and like I hadn't done anything with my life. Just hopping around from city to city.
Now I'm content. Peaceful. Doing what I'd always dreamed.
Thanks for all the well-wishing...
