my first official day as a 27 year old my doctor tells me that “age is a factor” when considering decisions regarding birth control. GETTIN OLD, DON’T FORGET IT.
anyhoo, this birthday thing has me brooding heavily on questions of the future, as i seem to really like doing in general, that or i’m a masochist. wait… but alas, it’s not all so heavy, sometimes it manifests in the form of five-year plans written on napkins, or suggestive looks exchanged with the clearly-18-year-old barista (quarter life crisis? or am i past that already? seems to foreshadow some cougar-y ways for future me), or daydreams of land, garden, barn studio and cast iron pans. the question of money seems always a plague.
i made some kickass vegan morning glory muffins today though, and got through some scholarship paperwork and other paperwork.
seriously though, 27 seems like… i’m in a different ballgame now. i will brood on it further.