Happy Birthday to Me!

Another year has come and gone. I'm past my mid twenties and am in my late twenties. Twenty seven to be exact. Excuse me while I go hide and scream. I don't feel twenty seven. I still feel like I'm eighteen to be honest. Most of my friends have careers, are married with kids and me, well, I'm the eternal teenager and the older I get, the more I realize it's something I don't want to change. I like feeling young and still thinking I have an eternity in front of me. Is there really a better way of thinking? For me it's the only way.

This hasn't exactly been the best year for me. I lost a dear friend, my job, my boyfriend lost a finger tip, but still I'm here to remember the memories, talk of the experiences and that makes it a little better. I've feared twenty seven for the last few months and now I can't help but think that twenty seven just might be my year.