27

Today I turn 27.

I feel like I should be having an anxiety attack. After all, every birthday for the past 3 years I've cried myself to sleep the night before. But this year? This year is different. I can't put my finger on it, but something's definitely changed. I don't have that nervous knot in the pit of my stomach. I don't feel the tears prickling my eyes. I feel...calm. 27 fits, it's.... comfortable.

I'm really not sure what it is, what's causing this calmness. Is it just that I'm in a good place in my life right now? Is it that I'm content with everything? Whatever it is, I like it. 27 will be a good year. This will be a year of growth, a year of happiness, and a year of success. 27 will be my year.

Cheers to turning 27, my friends, and to being calm.