Twenny Seven.
I write this to you, dear readers, on the
cusp of a new age. Literally.
Today, I’m twenty-six.
In just a few short hours, I will no longer be in my mid-twenties. Nope, I will be
twenny seven.
And that, friends, is where I’m choosing to pause for a bit--- take a brief hiatus, if you will.
Never did I think I’d be one of those terribly vein people.
Alas, I yam…
I still feel like a child. A teeny bopper. A young whippersnapper.
However, the truth of the matter is that I’m getting older.
I’m concerned about wrinkles. Dresses are made a little too short. And I’m wearing my pants closer to my belly button than I used to. Somewhere between the journey from novelty tees to twinsets, I ended up twenty-seven.
So, I’ve decided that tomorrow I will celebrate my first 27th birthday. There’s just something about twenty-seven that sounds good. Not tons worse than twenty-six, but scads better than twenty-eight.
While I’m grappling with the whole aging concept (something that was never supposed to happen to little ole me), I am appreciative of change. While celebrating my birthday this weekend with my fam in the big TN, I happened upon an incredibly flattering picture of me. Saaaaaarcasm.
Today, I’m twenty-six.
In just a few short hours, I will no longer be in my mid-twenties. Nope, I will be
twenny seven.
And that, friends, is where I’m choosing to pause for a bit--- take a brief hiatus, if you will.
Never did I think I’d be one of those terribly vein people.
Alas, I yam…
I still feel like a child. A teeny bopper. A young whippersnapper.
However, the truth of the matter is that I’m getting older.
I’m concerned about wrinkles. Dresses are made a little too short. And I’m wearing my pants closer to my belly button than I used to. Somewhere between the journey from novelty tees to twinsets, I ended up twenty-seven.
So, I’ve decided that tomorrow I will celebrate my first 27th birthday. There’s just something about twenty-seven that sounds good. Not tons worse than twenty-six, but scads better than twenty-eight.
While I’m grappling with the whole aging concept (something that was never supposed to happen to little ole me), I am appreciative of change. While celebrating my birthday this weekend with my fam in the big TN, I happened upon an incredibly flattering picture of me. Saaaaaarcasm.
The chances of me ending up in a sugar-induced coma tomorrow are looking fairly
favorable. And I’m not scared. Bring on the Starbucks, Gigi’s, and Reece’s.
This insanely un-Paleo cheat birthday is going to be epic, and that’s not even
a loose use of the term.
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| Now that's from a sweet friend! |
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| Happy birthday, Husb! |
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| I love this woman. For reals. |
I totally agree. My husband looks at me like I'm crazy when I start freakin out about turning 27 in a couple months. (He's 41, LOL!!) I mean, I know I'm not getting OLD, just older. And I'm okay with that. But at the same time, kind of sad about some things though. :-) Happy early birthday girl!!
ReplyDeleteOh I am glad I am not the only one. I see the lines around my eyes showing up more and more, and let's not even address the gray hairs I continue to find. Also my jeans are closer to my belly button as well. *le sigh* I might celebrate 27 a few times too. :)
ReplyDeleteAt least your nails looked good! : ) Gotta say, as I'm on the 3 month eve of my 40th, my 30's were WAY better than my 20's. You have a lot to look forward to! Age is so relative. Happy birthday!!
ReplyDeleteThis was so funny. I can't wait to see you again. We'll have to go Christmas shopping. We always do that!
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