Being 27

I just celebrated my 27th birthday not too long ago. Unlike last year, I didn't make any plan to celebrate it at all. I just wanted to spend time with my love ones, and I did.

On Saturday last week, Meta and I went shopping at South Coast and had dinner at Claim Jumper. We haven't spent time together lately, so it was nice. Then on Monday, my co-workers, Rick and Sharon, took me to Brooklyn Pizza for lunch. It was a nice surprise. Despite of the age differences, they're about my parents' age, I'm pretty close with them, and I think they're the nicest people at my office.

Then I went out with Cippi, Gina, and Julia to TGI Friday's for dinner. I love their food. Gina and Julia brought a birthday cake too, I almost cried. That's so thoughtful of them. They know how I feel about turning 27, and they want to make the best of it.

I know that I probably worry too much. I just feel that I haven't really accomplished anything. Looking at pictures of my friends with their family, especially their babies, devastate me sometimes. Yes, most of my friends are married and have a family. And no, I'm not jealous. It's just that I always have plans. I used to plan to get married at 23, but then I screwed up when I was in Sydney, so I changed it to 25.

My best friend told me that I've accomplished so much more than I thought. I finally finished with school, although it took me 8 years just to get a Bachelor's Degree, but I did it. I can finally financially independent, and I have a job that I'm proud of. I also have parents and a fiancee that love me so much, and nothing can beat that.
I know that she's right, and I'm trying to embrace my life every single day.

I still want to be married and have a baby before I'm 30.