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The Not-So-Insightful Insight of a Newly-Minted 27-Year-Old
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Lot’s of hyphens in that title, huh? I’m turning 27 today, somewhere around 9:30 p.m. My birthday is also my parent’s anniversary (32 years today), and I like to joke that this makes me the favorite child (probably not).
I feel lucky to be here, turning the page from 26 to 27 with relative ease and not much (read: nothing) to complain about. I love my job, I love writing this blog, I love running very long distances that knock me on my ass for days. I love my friends and family fiercely and fully. Life feels ripe with possibility; expansive and filled to the brim. But life wasn’t always so good, and there was a time when I couldn’t imagine 27 because I couldn’t imagine being here. Life was one-day-at-a-time for awhile, and the ability to look into the future with excitement is a particular type of blessing.
Without any further pointless rambling, I’ve compiled a list of lessons I’ve learned over the past 27 years. I’m sure when I’m 37 or 47 or 57 or 107 I’ll look back on this list and think, “Gosh, how sweet and naive.” But today’s my birthday, so I don’t give a damn.
