A YEAR OLDER – THOUGHTS ON BEING 27

Let’s just start by saying that birthday on a Monday is simply brutal. And from what i heard a Monday with a full moon, having just returned from a business / seeing your family trip and having to spend the day working like crazy. I swear, today wasn’t the easiest day, it included crying and feeling stressed out and unfairly old. How come every person i ask, they say they don’t feel their age? Shouldn’t time then move slower?

Wasn’t it yesterday when i was posting about becoming 25 and being excited about it? 25 seemed young, 27 means that i am a mature woman, who has a family and runs her own business, she’s ready for kids and grow old. That all is me, and it’s not at the same time. I am tiny little girl, stuck in a 27 year old body.

Although today felt nothing like birthday, it ended with me surrounded by people i love, drinking wine and having a wonderful time. Times like this, i realise how lucky i am. What have i done in this world to deserve family, friends and a magnificent husband to love me, living a dream life in a dream place. No matter the age, i am happy, and that is all that matters. Cheers to 27, let it be good.