Becoming another year older doesn’t really hold any of the same feelings that it used to. I’m no longer gaining in independence, or receiving the right to do something I was previously too young for, but turning 28 has given me the opportunity to reflect on having been 27, and when I look at it, I feel that it may have been one of the most transformative years of my life.
I didn’t expect that, you see. I thought these years would be much of the same. That 27 would be like 26, and 28 like its predecessor in turn. Really, it’s not the age that’s of importance, but it does provide a handy little bookmark to define these periods of time, and assign the experiences within them with some kind of label for easy reference.
I come to be 28 perhaps the most content with myself that I have ever been, and I believe that I’ve got 27 to thank.
27 gave me the space to really evaluate myself, and how I put into practice the things that I believe in. It taught me what’s good for me, and what isn’t, and gave me the confidence to address it all.
It allowed me to reinvent myself to highlight all of the things that are most important. It helped me to re-evaluate my priorities, and cut out a whole lot of the mess.
27 was for making life simpler. For using all the things I learned about myself to calm my heart; from adjusting my surroundings to re-framing the way I spoke to myself. It was for embracing the natural, and learning to listen to the nuances that tell me how I’m really doing.
27 was for making boundaries. For giving, forgiving, and learning when to say no. It was when I learned to put myself first, and when I decided that being selfish is one of the most valuable things I can do.
27 taught me how to embrace change. It taught me how to allow myself to be carried with the tide instead of resisting it, and with that lesson came peace.
Now, becoming 28, I feel I arrive here with an unexpected level of stability. I feel firmly rooted, and gosh, does that feel good. I am so grateful for 27, and the countless things I have learned and will carry with me, and I am ready for 28.
I don’t think it wise to plan or predict what 28 might bring, but instead I will be prepared to welcome whatever comes in these next twelve months with an open heart and the trust that I can be a good enough version of myself throughout it all.