The post name pretty much sums it all up. In a few short weeks, I'll turn the big 2-7. It's a pretty obscure birthday, but for some reason, it's the one that's haunted me for literally years.
When I was a child, I used to picture my future. It usually pretty random, but the weird thing is that I was never able to picture anything past age 27. When I was younger, I was pretty sure that meant I would die when I was 27. That's a pretty random thing for a child to be convinced of, but I really was. I've told this to my husband, and he thinks it might just mean that something big is going to happen when I'm 27. Perhaps we'll become parents in the next year. Maybe we take the single greatest vacation of our lives. Who knows.
Either way, it's been something I've been so hesitant about for quite some time. And, since there's nothing I can do to stop time (and while my time machine is still in the shop) it looks like I don't have much of a choice but to sit back and accept whatever may come to me in the next year.
I think Chadder is right. Something big will happen at 27 that your younger self just couldn't foresee! (And yes, it may be that you have the greatest vacay EVER!!)
ReplyDeleteI can see how 27 is kind of a scary age, though. It's the age Cobain, Hendrix, Joplin and now Winehouse all died. It's also the age where you're clearly in your LATE twenties (cue dramatic music), so it feels like you're supposed to be grown up or like time is running out to do the things you want to do in life.
Luckily, none of this is true for you. You have a TON of life left, and it's going to be epic. <3