Twenty-Seven

It was the age I confidently answered with with the whole "if you could be any age forever..." It's the age I thought I'd have everything together. More specifically I thought I'd be married for 2 years by now expecting my first child. Now when I think of that, it's almost hilarious. 

26 was probably the most uncertain year thus far. It was uncertain, it was brave and courageous, it was ferociously independent, gut wrenching, triumphant. There were trials and tribulations and revelations. There was a whole LOT of soul searching. And at the very end of it, I think I managed to figure a few things out. 

I can admit that I'm guilty of thinking I'll be happier or better once I reach my end goal. That if I can just get to this place that it will somehow solve all of my problems, that things would be better. That once I move to New York my dreams will come true...that once I turn 27 I'll have it all figured out... etc. I can honestly say that at this exact point in my life, I'm happy. I'm happy with where I am, with what I have, and with where I'm headed; and I know that this is something I am going to have to consistently put effort in to and work on. 

I'm interested to see how this year and especially how these next few months will unravel. 

To me it's the start of a journey; the precipice of what my life will be.