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27.

Sinking that into my brain is taking a little longer than it's taken other numbers in the past. And what's weird is that for some reason I've been identifying with 27 for quite a few months here, and I'm not sure why. I have almost no qualms with another year older - there's nothing of that "I'm just not where I thought I'd be at this point" or "What am I doing with my life?" and the almost inescapable "Shouldn't I have my shit more together at this point?"

((sorry, sometimes I say "shit"... I'm 27 now, I'm allowed to do that))

But truly, 26 kinda kicked me three ways from Sunday. Up and down, good and bad, and there was that charming feeling of wandering through a certain wilderness that I definitely didn't know how to handle beyond "Here God, you take the wheel, I JUST CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE!" and then opening a good bottle of wine and watching too many episodes of Doctor Who before bed, resulting in some really interesting dreams starring David Tennant.

Lucky for me, He's pretty good at that whole being strong where I am weak thing so we make a pretty decent team I guess. And if you're not already watching Doctor Who you're doing life wrong so regardless of anything else I'm not going to apologize for at least those two things ((the David Tennant dreams though...))

But thank God my ability to lose a train of thought is still in tact.

What I can say for it all though is that my wish for 27 is that I trust God more - that I trust Him more with 27 than I did 26. Because as much as I wanted to, and as hard as I tried, I don't think I really let Him do His thang until the last few weeks here ((to be fair, He is rather fond of that whole "better late than never" deal so I guess I've got that going for me)).

So 27... Here we go, eh?

I've got a good feeling about this.

New things on the horizon.

Wonderful new things, I think.

Yes. Wonderful.

27, let's be wonderful.