Three to the Third Exponent

This is the face of a newly turned 27 year old. It’s all happening so fast, at least the aging part. A huge part of me still feels like a teenager, except I have much more responsibilities that I’m accountable for, which is pretty damn annoying.

On another note, I’m 3 years away from turning 30..geeeez!

I was doing some homework on what 27 means to women, and the biggest issue is fertility starts to become everything. Baby brain takes over everything, and us ladies start to slowly plan out how long what should take. So if I meet the right guy now, date for a year or so, move in together, blah blah blah, get pregnant, etc. It should all happen by the age x.

As much as I don’t want a kid right now, I’ve thought about it. It’s pretty natural, knowing you want a mini me running around. Someone who looks like you, looks up to you and loves you unconditionally. (at least when they’re babies) Looking at tiny little socks, omg, so cute!

Realistically though, personally, I have bigger fish to worry about. Not only because of my new fond age, it’s just in general. I want to better myself and be financially stable. Something that seems to be irking the hell out of me. I’ve been trying to figure out what I want to do with my life, and wasting away doing something I resent is not what I want to volunteer for. In the meantime, I’ve been trying to stay creatively inspired. I think I’m doing a good job so far.

So, for now, I’m sorry almost every article online, babies can wait. I come, M