Thursday, November 1, 2012

Another Year | The Meaning of 27

Through the years my birthday has become less and less exciting. Maybe it's because I'm getting older (sob), maybe it's because it's the end of an era, maybe it's because that stubborn wrinkle on my forehead keeps getting deeper and deeper and no amount of miracle cream or laser beam will rid me of this mark of old age. Though I am approaching the end of my twenties (cue the tears), I still feel like a little girl finding my footing. I'm still a little bit awkward, a bit loud at times, self-centered, unsure, naive, and quite, quite optimistic. Maybe this will be the year that I will embrace these qualities that might be a little bit less endearing as the clock ticks on, but are the characteristics that have peppered the more mature aspects of my personality. 

So, as I embark on the beginning of the end (too dramatic?), I have to figure out how I want to proceed. Twenty-seven is certainly not a universal milestone as far as birthdays are concerned, but as far as my faith is concerned, 27 is revelation. Perhaps this year will reveal things that will help me grow and progress. Its impending arrival has definitely required me to reflect on my 26th year, which was not without its own growing pains. While my insides are dying for retrospection, introspection and some deep, dark soul-searching, my outsides are looking forward to celebrating this great transition with some cake and champagne. The brooding and sulking must wait, I suppose. But of course!

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