I debated and went back and forth over and over whether or not to write a blog on my birthday about my birthday.

I tried to be really low key this year, and not point out that I was having a birthday soon every chance I got.  I didn’t talk about all the things I wanted, or count down the days.  I simply waited for it to arrive.

Now, it’s here!  I’m 27 years old today.  27 years young.  Twenty seven.

I don’t know what to say from here.  I don’t feel twenty-seven.  I don’t know how old I feel.  I remember twenty-two being a good year.  But emotionally, psychologically I guess… sometimes I feel forty.

No plans today but to hang out with my boy, spend some time with some girls that I love, and maybe dinner and a movie tonight.  (We got an AWESOME sitter coming.)  Plans we had made earlier in the week fell through because of a sickness, but that’s okay too.  We always make up for it.

Happy Birthday, Me!  It’s gonna be a good day.  It’s gonna be a good year.