Where did the last year go?
It was full of adventures, tears, tasty food, triumphs, and life lessons. Since my 27th birthday, I lost my Grandma Sugarplum, one of the best people I’ve ever known and someone who inspired me to cook, read, and love relentlessly. And just a few months later, I ran across my first (and far from last) half marathon finish line. I got to help three great friends celebrate their weddings, with one final fall wedding ahead this evening. I played two seasons of softball, got a promotion, had my heart broken, read great books, drove down Highway 1, and tried out for a game show. I also got to spend tons of quality time with the people I love – from shopping at Target with Grandma BooBoo to running with Mom to going to baseball games with Dad to laughing my butt off with my sister and making last minute plans with my awesome friends in the city.
Since I set myself some goals last October, I have done them all except leaving the country. Given how much else I did that I never thought possible, I’m going to call 27 a victory.
Now, what’s ahead?
Living up the single city life – every moment with friends while we’re still in the same place, every frenzied playoff season (go Sox!), every office pie day, every morning run on the bike path. Hopefully flying a plane for the first time. Ideally leaving the country. Definitely celebrating as two best friends (my sister, Kat, and Priti) each marry the loves of their lives, with perhaps more weddings yet unplanned (you never know!). New risks, new dates, my first full triathlon, volunteering at camp, and checking more items off my 5-year bucket list, since I only have 24 months to finish it all.
And really trying to attend to every moment that I’m in. Even if that moment is waiting for the ridiculously delayed red line because our city’s transportation system is falling apart. A friend’s partner recently died at a young age, and it reminded me how grateful I should be – for youth, for love, merely for life. So this year, I’m going to honor her and myself – past, present, and future – by really being grateful for these moments, no matter how late I might be for work.
Thanks for sticking with me these three years so far – let’s go out and live a little!
- Read about turning 27
- Read about turning 26
- Read about turning 25, when I started this blog!
- Check out my 5-year plan
*Bonus points for anyone who gets the musical reference in the title.