Well, folks...it's official.
I have turned 27. I'm in my late-twenties.
I know how ridiculous this post is going to sound to some of you, but just bear with me here.
My mid-twenties were the best and worst years of my life. It was filled with confusion, sadness, and anger. But it was also filled with love, fulfilling relationships, hope, and a brand new start.
I was just stupid and completely clueless in my early twenties.
So what will I write when I turn 30? How will I describe my late-twenties? I can't predict the future, but I think it will go something like this:
My mid-twenties were the best years of my life. It's when love grew into something I didn't know was even possible. It's when I switched my life from average to awesome. It's when I stopped dreading Sunday nights and started looking forward to "work." It's when Brett bought me a VW Bug in every color!
Ok, I got a little carried away on the last part. It's unrealistic. His driveway is not that big.
But the rest of it? I can do that.
We often think that we can't control what happens in our lives because we can't control the situations that arise around us. And that is true-- to an extent.
What we CAN control is how we react to those situations. We can control our attitude. And sometimes, my friends, that makes ALL the difference.
I know what I want to achieve in the next few years. And I know that as long as I keep a positive attitude and surround myself with support and encouragement, I can achieve whatever I want.
Here's to 27! May it be the start of the very best years of my life.