I took this advice today.
Mostly because I had no choice.
Because today IS my birthday!
So I suppose I should now fill you in on all of the profound thoughts I have now that I am the ripe old age of twenty-seven. I haven't had time to think much about it what with being sick all week and then trying really hard to get caught back up at work and at life and omg.
Twenty-Six was a good year, though. Lots of good stuff happened. Stuff like Vegas. And my new car. And other shit I don't remember. God I am so unprepared for this post. I think my black belt fell in that year too. (It did. That picture is horrible but it's my only evidence. Along with this angsty post.) Oh and Iowa State won the in-state rivalry. And glitter shoes. Glitter shoes came into my life. And I ripped my elbow open and had my first ER visit as an adult. I think that one falls in the "fail" column though. And I lost 30+ pounds. So there's that. (No, I'm totally not scrolling through my blog right now to see what else came up, why do you ask?) Oh, yeah - 26 was when I became a redhead. That's probably significant. In a really insignificant sort of way. I don't know. It's been a solid year.
Oh hey, here's the post about my birthday last year (crash helmets and cougar lesbians!) and the one I posted on my birthday last year that had pictures from all the birthdays of my twenties. You know, in case you were bored.
So, you know. Lots of good things. Lots of shit, too. Lots of angst and frustration and all of the stuff that comes with, well, being 26. I'm still finding my way. It's to be expected, I would think.
27, you've got a lot to live up to. Starting... now.