it’s a strange feeling being a 28 years old. 27 still felt like you could get away with making stupid decisions and no one would judge you for it. i mean, not that i ever cared so much about what others thought about me to begin with. but turning 28 has a whole new ring to it.
28 is serious. it’s as if there’s a consequence to every move you make.
28 is boring. you begin to think about all the ‘real’ stuff you have to deal with in life.. career, marriage, kids, mortgage, future, you know.. all the scary stuff.
28 is not young. but not old. i still refuse to believe it’s been 10 years since i graduated high school.
28 is confusing. you start to wonder if you’re on the right path – years from now will i regret the decisions i made?
28 is expensive. anti-aging skin care products are not cheap. at all.
28 is butt-ache. you can no longer expect to have the body you used to have without putting in some squats here and there.
28 is prioritizing. especially with time and people.
28 is picky. i’ve always been the kind of person who takes quality of friends over quantity. never underestimate the power of surrounding yourself with people who empower you.
28 is responsibility. sudden realization that there are other human beings (and/or fur beings), other than yourself, that you are responsible for.
28 is exciting. it’s like starting a new chapter in a book. you’re not as anxious to turn 30 as 29 would feel and you’re not as naive and childish as 27 felt. you don’t know what it has in store yet but you gotta keep reading to find out.
… one of the quotes from the first book i read this year that stuck with me goes,
“it did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. we needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life—daily and hourly. our answer must consist, not in talk and meditation, but in right action and in right conduct. life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answer to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual.” – viktor frankle, man’s search for meaning