For my entire life, I wanted to be older. I’ve always felt much older than my actual age.

Until one day when I didn’t.

I was reading a magazine article about some uber-accomplished 26 year old and I thought “Oh, she’s the same age as m-OH SHIT I’M TWENTY *SEVEN*!” It is never good to be surprised by your own age.

I started having a “Once in a Lifetime” panic attack, where I’m all THIS IS NOT MY BEAUTIFUL HOUSE! How is it possible that I am an adult? I have a husband and a dog? How did this happen?

I know that this feeling is only going to get exponentially worse with every passing year. That’s why my life plan right now is to have as much fun as fucking possible.