Today is the first day of my 27th year.
Or rather, the last day of my 26th year.
In other words, yesterday I was 25, today I turn 26, and tomorrow I start my 27th year of life.
I don't know how I really feel about inching my way towards my late twenties, but for now I'm embracing it. As much as I joke about it, I'll never be that girl who is 29 for three years in a row. In fact, I will be the woman still celebrating birthdays well into my golden years.
Every year of my life has been progressively better than the one before it, and I don't see any reason why next year should be an exception.
So no, I'm not 25 anymore. No, I no longer get to be the token young, hot, twenty-five year old living in New York City. But I will totally be the young, hot twenty-six year old living in New York City. And I will be her with a vengeance.
I will have my cakes and eat them too.
And they will be delicious!
Happy Birthday to Me!