27

I turned 27 this month, and for the first time in a couple years, I actually think this is going to be a great year. When I turned 25, I felt like I had come of age – that I could finally do what I wanted to do. I had nothing to prove because I was a certified adult. Tracy and I even adopted that mantra that occasionally included, “Shut up. I’m 25.” It’s taken me two years though or more accurately my whole life to feel like my own person – to feel like I might just be able to do all those things that I dream about. This summer, I finally asked myself, “what am I waiting for?” And the resounding answer is nothing. I am not waiting for anything. This doesn’t mean that I am maxing out credit cards to get on a plane and move to London. But it does mean that I am not going to be content with just existing. I am going to live and live louder – I won't be content to just to blend in, but rather I am going to make things happen. Not sure how that adopted mentality fits into the chaos of grad school, but somehow I’ll make it work….