Around the time I turned 24 things around me really started to change. I landed an awesome gig with a few strings attached, and because of this I met an insane amount of new people. I had been out of college for about a year and a half, and did my best to avoid questions like "What are your goals," or "What do you see yourself doing in five years?"


It didn't take long for me to realize that I was often times the youngest person in the room and least accomplished. I can remember one day sitting and realizing almost all of my new friends were at least 4 years older than me. I was 24. They were 28 - and they just had it together. Friends - check. Career - check. Serious boyfriends or husbands - check. I wondered how did I ever get in with them? This is great!  And above all else, I couldn't wait to be 28! 


Some time has passed and although I can't remember everything I was thinking back then, I do remember thinking 28 was going to be my power year. I'd be super on track and all things love and life would align perfectly. I'd be healthy and happy, and nothing was going to hold me tighter than I wanted it to. Hmmmm.


I turned 25 and just the sound of it hurt. I turned 26, and tried to keep it as fuss-free as possible. I don't see my "28" year old friends as often as I used to, and it turns out they might not have it as together as I thought they did.... And to be honest, that's pretty comforting. 


I'll have a birthday soon, and I'm still amazed at how much can change in a year. There are some pretty big changes stirring in the pot and I don't think I'm willing to wait a whole other year for my power year. Call me impatient, but I think 27 just might be my power year after all. 


We'll see. 

~ACG