Today I turn twenty seven. I included the pic above in the Cornwall post last week but its the most recent picture I have of myself - without me taking one whilst I'm sat in bed writing this, top knot and everything, yikes.
A friend of mine has her birthday in September so I feel like I get a good nine months to get used to the new number. Twenty eight, however, freaks me the f out.
I think birthdays are always a reflective time for everyone, the pressure and the panic of figuring out if you're where you want to be in life - and then naturally having the massive urge to quit your job and go backpacking for a year because all you've done is work and work and work. Over the past couple of weeks I've been thinking about if I am where I want to be in life and...I think I'm on the right path... maybe? At least I think I'm vaguely going in the right direction but I'm not really sure if I'm honest. I don't know what path I'm suppose to be on but I guess when I look back in another years time I might know if I was. I'm sure it will all make sense and work itself out at some point.
Twenty six was a busy year for me, it feels like it was the quickest year yet (I just read the post from last birthday and holy moly, only a year ago!?). But I like being busy and I hope 27 is a busy year too - but with less stress. Much less stress. I've got a fair few grey hairs to show for this past year. I'm currently concocting a list of things I'd like to do this year and even though most of them include restaurants I'd like to visit, there's a few useful things on there too that I would like to get cracking with. People keep telling me that 27 is a good year, so they better be right!
So, for this next year I guess the plan is to carry on doing what I'm doing - whilst learning more, go to more restaurants...and buy some hair dye.