Today I turned 27. I wasn’t sure, so I counted and yes, I’m turning 27. Is this the age where you become speechless? Because I feel like I have nothing to say, but a million things to feel. I feel old. Not old, like “if you’re over the age of 30 you should be insulted by my calling myself old”, old. Just old. Like “didn’t I just turn 18 a year ago? why am I allowed to own a house? have a husband? why do I know so many people with children?” old. It’s just so mind-blowing how quickly life passes.
Today I’m reminding myself that my dreams won’t come true without action and if I don’t do something about it, time will just pass while I look to the hypothetical future. I can’t just keep wishing and hoping (and thinking and praying…). I thought I’d be a mother of two, maybe three, by now, with a successful career. Here I am a crazy dog and cat lady, doing freelance blog design (part to full time, depending on how busy I am) and working as an office assistant at a dog rescue.
At 27 I learned that I have to physically chase my dreams, not just plan for things to fall into place. And that even while chasing your dreams, you need to stop and live in the moment – frequently – because “the moment” will be gone in an instant.
Happy Birthday Aileen! Your last paragraph is perfect. That hit me when I turned 29. I’ll be 32 later this year, and I still feel like 18 wasn’t that long ago. Time seems to go a lot faster when you’re older. Hope you have a wonderful day.
Thank you!! Time definitely is FLYING as I get older.