28

Somewhere between love and hate.

In between outgrowing what I knew and where I’m going.

Realizing that being at war with yourself is a fight that can’t be won. 

Understanding that relationships deepen but get more complicated as we age. 

28 is making peace with what I don’t know. Accepting that the price of my new self is my old self. 

You can’t outgrow what you don’t let go of. 

I’m not in the bittersweet wanderlust of my early to mid twenties, yet not quite made it to the fresh start of my thirties. 

Praying the world gives us the grace to grow. 

Some of us are drinkin, smokin, getting high. Some hanging on by a thread seeking light and strength wherever we can find it. Some buying houses, having babies, getting married. Others on a lonely adventure exploring life’s unpredictability.

28 is being stained by what we have uncovered about ourselves and the reality of our world… but continuing to soldier on. Doing it scared. Taking risks to keep moving because we either swim or die. 

28 is having discovered what we don’t like. 

It’s about knowing more about our morals and what we stand on more than ever before. 

It’s having just a little more clarity about life than we did when we were 26.

We made it past the 27 club.

28 is great because the world takes us slightly more seriously. We’re not “babies” but we’re not old enough to have the answers. 

28 is like being the oldest sibling. People look to you as if you’re gonna know what to do, and we fake it as if we do.

28 is my favorite year of life. Not because I have more wisdom inside me and certain failures behind me.

I love it because with this little bit of life I know, I actually believe in something. I have achieved enough, lived long enough and worked hard enough to finally believe in myself. 

I wonder what 29 will bring. 

xoxo,

T

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