The Big 2-7

Here's the million dollar question: Is 27 still considered mid-20s?! Or just one step closer to 30? It's a weird age - doesn't really fit anywhere and I think I know why: Because it's special. I know I have only been 27 for less than a week, but so far 2010 has been so good to me.

There is something special about this year and I can't put my finger on it just yet. It just feels different. . . and I like it. I don't know if it's because I promised myself I would lose 25 pounds this year (already lost five!) or because I am credit card debt free (as of January 31) or maybe because I am growing into who I want to be when I grow up? I don't know, but It feels good. And, although I don't know exactly why I love 2010 so far I do know that these people play an important part of it. On January 23 I celebrated my 27th birthday with dinner, ice cream sundaes and fun games (It still amazes me how many people I can fit in my small place).

Sometimes I wish everyday was my birthday-who wouldn't? I am so incredibly blessed with good friends and my family. I felt extremely loved on my day and very grateful. Thank you to all who made it so very special. 

Monosyllabic Moment: Blessed.

"If at first you don't succeed . . .

. . . try, try again. Then quit. There's no point in being a damn fool about it." - W.C. Fields

Last year, I decided to blog. Seemed like a good idea - all the cool kids were doing it. Easy enough, right? Wrong. My most recent blog post is February 2009. That should tell you something.

I had every intention to blog. I really did.

The same reason I started blogging last year is still the same gut feeling I have to try again. I realize, as I get older (I'll be 27 in a week), that for as much as I complain I have double the amount of reasons to be thankful. I am blessed with good friends, a supportive family and a job that provides the means for learning and means to experience adventure. Sometimes I get so caught up in "life," that I don't remember all the great things that I am allowed to do - I want to. I want to always be grateful for what I have. It's not exactly where I pictured myself, but I'm learning it's not about what you do, it's about who you are.

I'm not putting any expectations on the blog - less room to fail. I'm just going to allow it to be a space to remember the year: the fun I have, the movies I see, the books I read, the challenge I am faced with, the people I love, the people I meet - it's the journey to understanding that I am not owed a good life. God has given me a gift.

Monosyllabic Moment: At ease. With hope. Psyched.