Last night, when I was lying in bed, I was overcome with the thought that when I woke up I would be 27. And I wouldn't say I was upset by that, but I think this is the first year it occurred to me that I'm getting older. Of course, I've always been getting older, but it was the first time that this wasn't an exciting thing. Time is flying! I know everyone says that but it is painfully true! How can it have almost been 10 years since I graduated high school? How can I have known Adam for 13 years? How can I have been married for four years? How is my oldest niece graduating in two weeks? Some days I feel like I just blinked and became 27. I just don't want to blink and be 54.
26 was a good year that came with a lot of new experiences. For the first time ever, I'm not just working a job, I'm working in my chosen career path. Which is exciting, thrilling, difficult, and draining all at the same time. There are days I come home from work so talked-out, and I can't do anything more than sit on the couch and zone out in front of the TV. But when I have those moments with a client when they finally get it, it makes all the headaches worth it.
26 was also the year I started running, something I never thought I could do. And found out something else, I actually love working out, when I take the time to make myself do it! It was also the year of three 5ks, one 10k, and one 4k. I could barely do a mile in high school! And I hope I never quit.
26 is the year I actually starting to feel like an adult. The year we made some big decisions about whether or not to start a family and whether or not to buy a house. And the first year we are not living paycheck to paycheck.
I don't know what will happen in my 27th year. I hope we will be home owners, I hope that we can start a family. I hope that we continue to grow closer and stronger. I hope we have a ton of fun along the ways. And I hope I get to try some new experiences along the way.