I was just perusing the ol' Facebook today and I saw a Lady Gaga post (yeah, that's right, I get Lady Gaga posts on my Facebook). Upon opening said post, I came to see that she is a mere 27 years old.
Twenty-Seven?! Say whaaaat?
Does that ever happen to you? You learn someone's age that's uber famous and realize it's the same age as you and then all you can really do is compare.
Lady Gaga. Twenty-Seven.
As of today, I am officially twenty-seven years old.
For one, it's weird because for the first time in my life, I have forgotten on multiple occasions that my birthday was actually approaching. And if you knew me, then you'd know that I am the type to start planning and preparing for my upcoming birthday basically one day after my last birthday. It's just what I've done. I like to plan. I like to have fun. Birthdays are fun and birthdays can be planned. So it was a win/win every year for me. Which is also the reason why my mother says I never had a surprise party. She said that I was always so quick to start planning what I wanted for my birthday, that she could never think to plan a surprise. But see, I think that's the perfect opportunity to surprise me. You see, there I am, thinking I'm planning one thing, when really you're planning a surprise party where 50 (yeah, right, as if I even had that many) of my closest friends would be waiting for me, hiding behind creative places in the house, with the lights turned off, and then when I came home from my piano lesson (Asian, remember?), you'd all jump out and say, "SURPRISE!!!!!!"
Perfect situation really. I have no idea why that hasn't happened yet. Can't you just imagine me, 10 years old, in all my Jamaican braid glory, so surprised and happy?
It could have been magical. Way to drop the ball, Mom. (Kiddiiiinngg!!! ....sort of.)
Anyway, that's beside the point. (Do I even have a point right now?)
It's possible things are different this year because maybe 27 isn't that exciting of a number? Or maybe it's that I've had far too many exciting things happen this year as it is, so something as little as my ol' birthday just isn't cutting it for me? Who knows....
I'll tell you what though, my life is absolutely nothing what I thought it would be at 27 years old. But isn't that how life works? The significant things in your life never quite turn out how you planned? But, yet, it's even greater and more amazing than you ever thought and that's what makes this thing called life pretty exciting, wouldn't you agree?
When I was a wee little lass, I thought for sure I would be married by 23 years old and have kids by 25. That was my plan. That was what was going to happen. No. Doubt. About. IT.
Excuse me for a second while I laugh. HA! HA HA HA HA HA! Oh, how I laugh at that little girl. Can you imagine? Me?! Married at 23? In the midst of my jager shots and mini-dress wearin' whilst clubbin' till the wee hours of the morning? Oh man. If I got married to the guy I was with at 23, I can pretty much guarantee I'd be divorced by now. No offense to that guy at all, he was a good one, but point is, the jager-drinking 23 year old had no idea how much she'd grow and learn in the next 4 years.
You know how some people say, "I feel so much older than I actually am"? I was that person. But I look back and am amazed at how much I've learned since I was 18, 20, 25... Hell, I'm still learning. As much as I'd like to think I know what I want, I know who I am, I know where my life is headed, I'm sure somewhere out there, my 35, 50, 65-year-old-self is looking at me, a mere 27 years old, and smiling, knowingly. I have a feeling she knows many things that I have yet to learn.
But I'm excited for it. And I'm open to it. And right now, in this moment, I welcome this new year with zero expectations. I happily embrace my now and my present. There is no agenda and there are no rules. I am here to enjoy. (At least that's how I feel right now ;) )
I may not have millions of dollars in the bank or a million "little monsters" that follow my every move, but I would like to think that my life is just as rich (if not more) and full, as Lady Gaga's! (Aaanndddd I can't believe I'm comparing my life to Lady Gaga in this post, but hey, let's just roll with it.)
Here's to a great 27th year of life!