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Tomorrow I turn 27, holy COW.\u00a0 Where does the time go?\u00a0 I know, I know… I am still a spring chicken but I certainly don’t feel like it as I creep closer and closer to 30.\u00a0 THIRTY. \u00a0OMG.\u00a0 Mom and Dad… does it weird you out to have 2 kids almost 30?!\u00a0 Hahaha, okay that was mean.\u00a0<\/p>\n

I know many people who get really upset over age.\u00a0 They are not where they want to be or where they thought they would be.\u00a0 But who is really?\u00a0 According to my journal at age 7, I was going to be married with 2 kids at age 23.\u00a0 In the same journal, I also said that if I had\u00a0a million dollars I would buy all the sour patch kids in the world and not share them.\u00a0 So I think it is safe to take that with a grain of salt, right?<\/p>\n

\"Picture<\/a><\/p>\n

As a child or even a teenager, I envisioned what my life would be like when I was in my late twenties and\u00a0I thought I would be this incredibly different person.\u00a0 You know what?\u00a0 I am the same person.\u00a0 That’s the thing, we never really change.\u00a0 We improve, we grow wiser, we get more experience but we are always going to be immature\u00a0 kids at heart with big dreams.\u00a0 Why do we want to muffle those dreams and enter in to adulthood so badly?\u00a0 Why is it that we think we are going to have life figured out by a certain age?\u00a0 It is a journey, nothing truly ever gets figured out, no winning puzzle piece- just one\u00a0 hell of a roller coaster ride.<\/p>\n

\"SUNSET\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Does the thought of being 27 and not (yet) married or having kids on the way make me anxious a little bit?\u00a0 Sure, I am a woman after all.\u00a0 We have this stupid biological clock that ticks away at us saying “YOU ARE BEHIND!!\u00a0YOUR MOM HAD TWO\u00a0KIDS BY THIS AGE!!” Men, you are so lucky to not have that clock, it is so annoying.\u00a0 Sometimes I wish I could stomp on it. \u00a0 But to be honest, I don’t trust that clock one bit.\u00a0 It is a clock that was built by society, not by reality.\u00a0\u00a0 Don’t rush into things just because you feel you are\u00a0 behind, it will happen when it is right.\u00a0 And the “right” time is different for everybody so don’t compare your life to others either<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

If\u00a0you really are upset with where you are right now,\u00a0 not in the job you thought you would be, not in the health you want or the body you want, or the money you hoped to make, etc. the list goes on.\u00a0 GUESS WHAT?!!\u00a0 I have great news for you.\u00a0 I want you to do something really quick first before I tell you though, ready?\u00a0 Take a deep breath in and out.<\/strong>\u00a0 Did you do it?\u00a0<\/p>\n

Do you know what that breath means?\u00a0 It means you are alive.\u00a0 You are here.\u00a0<\/strong> Which means you have the power to change.\u00a0 You have the power to change your story.\u00a0 Don’t let another 10 years of regret pass you by, go do the things you love, chase after that dream no matter how crazy it is.\u00a0 This life is meant to be LIVED.\u00a0 This life is meant to bring you happiness.<\/p>\n

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\"JILL\"<\/a><\/p>\n

I cannot tell you how many people say to me “You have a good life,\u00a0 I wish I had your life”<\/em>.\u00a0 I hate to say it, but if you are saying that to me or anybody else, you would not be happy in my life or anybody elses’ life you are comparing yours too.\u00a0 I have a good life because I am thankful for it and because I do things I love.\u00a0 Plain and simple.\u00a0 If\u00a0I had to pick up and move somewhere different tomorrow and I had to start all over, I would still be this happy.\u00a0 Because I make that choice everyday.\u00a0 When the sun is shining and I have a good cup of coffee, I choose to be happy.\u00a0 When I am running late and nothing is going my way, I choose to be happy.<\/p>\n

I am so thankful for the 27 years God has given me and I hope that I have done something good in those years to make him proud.\u00a0 I also hope that I am on the right path to continue to make a difference and to inspire others, as that is what I live for \ud83d\ude42\u00a0\u00a0 It is okay that we are not where we thought we would be, as long as we are happy with where we are.<\/strong>\u00a0 I hope that my 7 year old self is not dissapointed that I have not yet been married or started family yet, but hey I still love sour patch kids…does that count?<\/p>\n

Stay blessed in the mess \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Tomorrow I turn 27, holy COW.\u00a0 Where does the time go?\u00a0 I know, I know… I am still a spring chicken but I certainly don’t feel like it as I creep closer and closer to 30.\u00a0 THIRTY. \u00a0OMG.\u00a0 Mom and Dad… does it weird you out to have 2 kids almost 30?!\u00a0 Hahaha, okay that was mean.\u00a0 I know many people who get really upset over age.\u00a0 They are not where they want to be or where they thought they would be.\u00a0 But who is really?\u00a0 According to my journal at age 7, I was going to be married with 2 kids at age 23.\u00a0 In the same journal, I also said that if I had\u00a0a million dollars I would buy all the sour patch kids in the world and not share them.\u00a0 So I think it is safe to take that with a grain of salt, right? As a child or even a teenager, I envisioned what my life would be like when I was in my late twenties and\u00a0I thought I would be this incredibly different person.\u00a0 You know what?\u00a0 I am the same person.\u00a0 That’s the thing, we never really change.\u00a0 We improve, we grow wiser, we get more experience but we are always going to be immature\u00a0 kids at heart with big dreams.\u00a0 Why do we want to muffle those dreams and enter in to adulthood so badly?\u00a0 Why is it that we think we are going to have life figured out by a certain age?\u00a0 It is a journey, nothing truly ever gets figured out, no winning puzzle piece- just one\u00a0 hell of a roller coaster ride. Does the thought of being 27 and not (yet) married or having kids on the way make me anxious a little bit?\u00a0 Sure, I am a woman after all.\u00a0 We have this stupid biological clock that ticks away at us saying “YOU ARE BEHIND!!\u00a0YOUR MOM HAD TWO\u00a0KIDS BY THIS AGE!!” Men, you are so lucky to not have that clock, it is so annoying.\u00a0 Sometimes I wish I could stomp on it. \u00a0 But to be honest, I don’t trust that clock one bit.\u00a0 It is a clock that was built by society, not by reality.\u00a0\u00a0 Don’t rush into things just because you feel you are\u00a0 behind, it will happen when it is right.\u00a0 And the “right” time is different for everybody so don’t compare your life to others either. If\u00a0you really are upset with where you are right now,\u00a0 not in the job you thought you would be, not in the health you want or the body you want, or the money you hoped to make, etc. the list goes on.\u00a0 GUESS WHAT?!!\u00a0 I have great news for you.\u00a0 I want you to do something really quick first before I tell you though, ready?\u00a0 Take a deep breath in and out.\u00a0 Did you do it?\u00a0 Do you know what that breath means?\u00a0 It means you are alive.\u00a0 You are here.\u00a0 Which means you have the power to change.\u00a0 You have the power to change your story.\u00a0 Don’t let another 10 years of regret pass you by, go do the things you love, chase after that dream no matter how crazy it is.\u00a0 This life is meant to be LIVED.\u00a0 This life is meant to bring you happiness.   I cannot tell you how many people say to me “You have a good life,\u00a0 I wish I had your life”.\u00a0 I hate to say it, but if you are saying that to me or anybody else, you would not be happy in my life or anybody elses’ life you are comparing yours too.\u00a0 I have a good life because I am thankful for it and because I do things I love.\u00a0 Plain and simple.\u00a0 If\u00a0I had to pick up and move somewhere different tomorrow and I had to start all over, I would still be this happy.\u00a0 Because I make that choice everyday.\u00a0 When the sun is shining and I have a good cup of coffee, I choose to be happy.\u00a0 When I am running late and nothing is going my way, I choose to be happy. I am so thankful for the 27 years God has given me and I hope that I have done something good in those years to make him proud.\u00a0 I also hope that I am on the right path to continue to make a difference and to inspire others, as that is what I live for \ud83d\ude42\u00a0\u00a0 It is okay that we are not where we thought we would be, as long as we are happy with where we are.\u00a0 I hope that my 7 year old self is not dissapointed that I have not yet been married or started family yet, but hey I still love sour patch kids…does that count? 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