Why 27 is second puberty

I turn 28 in two weeks. It’s crazy to think that another year has come and gone but it’s hard to argue with the calendar. Overall, 27 has been great for me. So much good has come out of this year. I have more to be thankful for now than I ever have before in my life. But, for all of the good this year has brought, it certainly hasn’t been easy.

27 has been a time of change. My life looked so different at this time last year that it’s hard to believe it’s only been a year. I had recently quit my job to pursue Vinyl Me, Please full time, my wife and I had just celebrated our 1st wedding anniversary and found out soon after that we would be giving birth to our daughter that upcoming summer.

A lot has changed on paper but more has changed inside. At 26 going into 27 I was still leading a pretty selfish life. One in which my pursuit was often driven by my own needs and desires. My wants were mine and usually nobody else’s. This year has brought about a realization that I’m not the only person in my world. That I have family, friends and other people I care about and that my number one job is to love them as best I can.

27 has also been a year of personal growth & development. As a 26-year old, I had a limited understanding of the value I brought to the world. I had a lot of ideas but hardly anything on which to base those ideas. I was clueless in so many ways.

I bounced around from job to job, searching for meaning, wanting to contribute something to the world. I met a lot of great people and worked on some cool projects but still felt like I hadn’t found quite what I was looking for.

I can’t qualify my development with a few simple examples but what I can say is I finally feel like I’m settling in. Each day brings a new layer of confidence that wasn’t there the day before. I can feel myself getting better, treating people with more respect, getting closer to not only the goals I have for myself, but slowly becoming more of who God created me to be.

Growing up is a process. Everything is. It’s filled with wrong turns, ups and downs, and plenty of accidents along the way. I’ve learned that beating myself up for a small mistake here or there is a waste of time. I’ve learned that where I am and who I am today can be good enough for now. It’s not where I’ll be tomorrow or in ten years but there’s no use in trying to fast forward. I’m learning to accept myself — imperfections and all — for who I am while using the desire to be better to get me out of bed every morning.

As lame as this sounds, the best way I can describe 27 is as second puberty. The awkwardness that comes as a result of a maturing being is present in any 14, 15, or 16 year-old you come across. Honestly I’ve never felt more clueless than I did when I was 16 until I turned 27. It seemed like all of a sudden the world became so much bigger. That the questions and responsibility I was being faced with were immediately so much greater. Although I didn’t have many pimples at 27, I felt (and continue to feel) just as awkward as the 16 year-old boy with braces and BO.

I’m excited for 28. I’m still clueless, I won’t lie. But for some reason this birthday feels like an important mile marker for me. I don’t know exactly where the road ahead will take me but I confident it will continue to lead me to where I’m supposed to be.


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