I’m 27 years old. Not quite sure how I feel about this yet, even though in a few months I’ll be 28 so really you’d think I’d have come to terms with this age by now. Funny thing is I am still torn as to whether this age is a positive or not. Ten years ago I’d have sworn 27 year old Tin would own her own house, drive a swish car and have three children by now. Hmm not sure how realistic 17 year old me was, but hey, how many 17 year olds are I ask you?
I feel funny saying my age when asked. It’s as if I apologise when I do, apologise for not being smarter, better dressed, more ‘successful’ already. As if I am a disgrace to my age. Harsh I know, I mean can a number have feelings? Is the big God of numbers looking down at me shaking its head in disbelief over how much or little one has achieved by any given age?
I promised myself this would be my year. The year I made positive inroads to developing the person I aim to be; to enjoy the moment and not worry about what the future holds too much. In some ways, I’ve made great progress. I’ve started to dress for purpose as opposed to because it would be wrong to walk around naked. I’ve made much more quality time with Princess, including taking her to swimming lessons, something she’d bugged me about for over a year. I’ve also helped out with some great initiatives including Must Move Crew which allowed me to explore my passion for social media and marketing. I’m trying to get control of my weight issue, something that had plagued me for nearly an entire decade, something that has defeated me time and time again but that I am passionate about conquering. Just being able to be so positive and look a problem / challenge head on shows growth.
I may not feel I’ve grown up enough to feel worthy of my age but I have grown up. Acting your age is overrated anyway.