So here we are. 27 coming to a close, 28 ready to begin.
For the past few weeks, I've been mourning the change from a "mid-twenty-something" (shut up, I'm on a cusp) to a very official "late twenty-something"and I can't say I've been coping with anything that resembles grace. I just didn't feel ready. Frankly, I don't feel like I accomplished much of anything as a 27 year old, so I didn't find it all that fair to be pushed to the next phase with neither medal nor merit. And until about 3 hours ago, I had banned the use of the words "Happy Birthday" or "28" from my friends' vocabulary on or around July 2nd. They were to call it Alison Appreciation Day and they could celebrate my existence but not my birth. (Because let's face it - when am I ever going to give up an opportunity to be center of attention??)
And then today it hit me. What in the world am I clinging to 27 for? It wasn't exactly a stellar year. Why not give it up, move on, embrace 28 and the hope and change it will certainly bring? Let's review.
While 27 years of age, I did NOT:
Fall in or out of love (or have my heart broken)
Receive a promotion (though I did get way better at my current position)
Pull myself out of my continuing financial black hole (though I didn't make it worse, either)
Visit Birmingham (yet there was time for ATL, CLT, and Italy and Paris)
Lose anyone especially close to me (but rest in peace, Cami-dog)
Audition enough (but I did get cast in one thing!)
Get any smaller, healthier, or into better shape (at least I didn't gain much, either)
Make any major life decisions or changes (seriously. I did well to get out of bed some days)
Or learn, grow or create enough. (That's what 28 will be for)
Ok, so the year was a bit blah and mundane. Great. That much easier to move on and say, HEY, LIFE. SPICIER, PLEASE. MARINATE MY SOUL IN AMAZING THINGS. And for some reason I'm actually still crazy enough to believe, just like every year, that this time next year things will actually be different.
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