27: It Is What It Is

When I was 20, I packed my bags and headed to the Northwoods of Minnesota. I met some amazing people, made some horrible decisions, and grew to love the moonlit starry nights unmarred by city lights. I also learned lessons that I recall often.

One of the girls there was 27-28. I remember her making a statement about the age 27. It was something about how people go through big changes at that age. Usually something like a new job, a big move, etc.

This summer I read an article in the post about the 27 Club. For those of you who are unfamiliar, what do the artists Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain and Jim Morrison have in common? Yep. That’s right–lives ended young. That kind of life-changing event isn’t preferred to the before mentioned astrological version…

And now here I am. 27. When I was 20, I thought this was old! If it is a year of changes then I can’t wait for 28 to come around. It makes me long for 20 again. When I was innocent, unshackled by bills and “real life.” Real life sucks. Big time.

The only good thing about getting older is when I think of how my spiritual struggles have changed. Things that used to be such a struggle don’t really seem to be a problem anymore, and the desire to “fit in” with my peers has all but disappeared. I value more and more the hand of God in my life, and I know his plan is good. I just wish I didn’t have to go through the wilderness to get to the promise land. I’m remembering something that was spoken at Pulaski: Not one person died because of the dangers of the desert. The ones that fell suffered from unbelief. I feel like the man in the New Testament who cried, “Lord I believe! Help thou my unbelief!” I believe that there is a plan. I believe that there is a reason for everything. I believe in answered prayers–even if the answer is heartbreaking. I believe that, and yet the doubting, analyzing, woman part of me needs help with my unbelief.

So 27 thinks it can break me, scar me, whoop me? 27 thinks it can pull a fast one, blindsiding me with life changes? 27 has something coming if it thinks that my blood-pumping muscle will be added to the club. 27 better watch out for me, because his days are numbered (haha)! 28 can’t come to visit fast enough…

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Because this is what I feel towards you, 27. And he does a better job showing it. (Plus he’s a cutie…and somehow makes me seem less cynical about “real life”).

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