I just realized I'm gonna be 27 a month from Sunday.
When did that happen???
Seriously for a second I thought I was going to be 26, but nope 27. That's like "mid-ta-late" twenties. I kinda had a quarterlife crisis moment:
I haven't traveled outside the US yet
I'm poor with a barelythere savings account
I have way more grey hairs than I'd like
I'm too old to try out for MTV's Real World
The only things I truly own are like a dog, bed, couch, clothes and an obscene amount of music
Far too many people are starting to get married and/or have babies - both of which terrify me
But then while I'm having a pity party for myself I realize:
I'm finally taking control of my health and fitness
I love my career
I have the most wonderful friends in the world
I'm taking more risks in life and not caring what other people think
I'm gearing up to start a doctoral program in the near future
and most importantly I'm becoming the best version of myself