27th

They say, old age begins at 27 and today's my 27th birthday. Crap.

How do I feel about my age? Why is it a bit of a mindfuck? I think that part is due to my culture telling me it is significant. But let’s play along. How do I feel about where I am so far in my life (something I consider far more often than every year or 10 anyway)?

Answer: Generally satisfied. Old but generally satisfied.

So as I turned 27, I’d like to offer a toast: here’s to not giving a shit about our age and dismissing the social perceptions, by appreciating what we have regardless of where we are in life, and by growing and accelerating the whole way. I can deal with that.

PS Thanks again Mom for your lunch and coffee treat earlier. I love you to bits.


xo