When I turned 27 years old, I had a large amount of anxiety about the age. For some reason, I just thought that I should have my life “together” by the time I was 27. Looking back now, that seems so silly, especially because for all intents and purposes I did have my life together – or as together as one’s ever is. I had an amazing husband, an adorable puppy, a job at a well-respected law firm, and a condo that, while rented, was very much a home. Notably missing though was a sense of self and a comfort in my own skin. At 27, I still had a lot to learn about myself.
However, last night on the eve of my 28th birthday, I realized that there was no anxiety to be had this year, only excitement for what was to come. I have undergone both a physical and mental transformation this year, and although rough at times, I have come through a stronger, happier, and more calm person. I am eager to see what 28 will hold, and am looking forward to the adventures that will come my way. For example, I know that at the age of 28 I will have the opportunity to travel to Europe for the first time, and to kiss the love of my life at the base of the Eiffel Tower. I also know that at 28 I will not have to stress about being overweight anymore. But, what I think I’m most excited about for the first time in my life is the unknown opportunities that lie ahead. I know that at 28, the possibilities are endless.
After giving me one of the greatest, most thoughtful birthday gifts I could ever ask for, my husband hugged me this morning and said that now I was now in my prime. Respectfully, I disagree. I may be just hitting my stride at 28, but I know that it will only be going up from here.
xoxo – SavvySleever