I have been 27 years old for alittle over 24 hours now. And like every other birthday I've had some reflections on myself and my life to date. Where I'm going. Etc.

So where am I?

I am in a pretty good place. I am loved. By wonderful amazing people who never make me feel bad about being who I am. People who I can tell when I'm having a shit day. People who share joys and sorrows with me.

At twenty seven years old I wake most days inwardly amazed that I am alive. There were some years when I didn't think I'd live another few days or a week. But I did. Maybe as my Great Grandma said, 'too mean to die'. Could be.

There are some things I'd like to change. Some behaviours I need to do something about. But I'm working on it. I'm trying.

I have issues. Yes. But ya know what?

Over all I'm glad to be where I am.

Stumble It!