{"id":2349,"date":"2023-11-12T23:28:35","date_gmt":"2023-11-12T23:28:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/excrcl.com\/?p=2349"},"modified":"2023-11-18T16:37:00","modified_gmt":"2023-11-18T16:37:00","slug":"27","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/excrcl.com\/?p=2349","title":{"rendered":"27"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>It was the first week of October that got me thinking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I had been back in Colorado Springs for less than a week, and I was catching up with my friend Jenny over a trail run and coffee. We had been discussing a variety of things, when she paused mid-sentence and asked, &#8220;How old are you again?&#8221; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;26. Turning 27 next month.&#8221; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Man, you&#8217;re still so young. But I will say &#8212; 27 was a hard year. Not just for me, but it seemed like it was difficult for a lot of my friends. It&#8217;s something about being 5 years out of college, wondering if you&#8217;re on the right path&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I acknowledged what she was saying, but I didn&#8217;t expect to hang onto the idea &#8212; the notion that 27 is a particularly difficult year in life. But I was curious. I started auditing friends and family, and it seemed like there <em>was<\/em> something to it. Of all the people I asked, only two said they couldn&#8217;t remember anything specific about 27. The remainder had wide-eyed, anxious expressions as they recalled that year of their life.  Nearly all of them said something to the effect of: &#8220;it was a pivotal year in my life, not without hardship.&#8221; Now I was sort of scared. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My career counselor said he&#8217;d been doing corporate work for five years when 27 hit and he realized he wasn&#8217;t in the right spot. It was an emotionally and mentally draining crossroads. Another friend, from book club, said 27 was the year she moved and got divorced. My brother, Fletcher, texted, &#8220;You&#8217;re starting to feel like you&#8217;re in your late 20s rather than your early or mid 20s, so you put pressure on yourself to turn &#8216;potential&#8217; into reality. And you worry that somehow your 20s slipped by you without you enjoying it (not true) and that you&#8217;re old now and life is over (not true).&#8221; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Fletch&#8217;s words were at least a little more hopeful (&#8220;maybe a year of anxiety and worry, but leading to positive change&#8221;), but I suddenly felt like I was about to be hit by a metaphorical truck, turning 27. This last year has felt tumultuous enough; in many ways, I want things to slow down for just a year so that I can get my head on straight. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I look back on age 26 (or maybe just 2023) as the year of tears &#8212; both sad and happy ones. Since turning 26, I have done and seen so much. I traveled to Las Vegas twice to climb. I cried into a 20-layer chocolate birthday cake. I visited Clif Bar headquarters for the last time. I drove from Moab to Durango to Ouray and back. I saw my dear grandparents in Florida. I ran the Boston Marathon. I connected with friends new and old from the climbing gym in Joe&#8217;s Valley, Utah. I watched my basketball team win the NBA finals. I spent the summer road tripping all over Colorado, Wyoming, Montana, Canada, Idaho, Oregon, and Washington. I celebrated my brother and sister-in-law&#8217;s marriage. In between, I got laid off, got a new job, lost that job, and got a new job again. I ran my first ultra marathon. I bought a house. The most special dog I have ever known died, followed soon after by my grandmother. I am exhausted. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Beyond recalling all of these moments, I think about all of the ways that I have succeeded or failed to &#8220;turn potential into reality&#8221;, as Fletch put it. By some metrics, I have done more than a lot of people my age hope to do &#8212; investing in real estate for one, traveling another. On the other hand, I have spent my entire life single and also have not held one job for more than two years. I think these are precisely the reasons for the instability I always feel. Beyond no longer having to move for the foreseeable future, the remaining aspects of my life often feel like a moving target. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>What keeps me up at night is wondering whether I am always the determinant of my future or if I should be letting life unfold naturally. In certain aspects of life, nothing happens unless you take action. In others, opportunities and experiences fall into your lap <em>because<\/em> you don&#8217;t try to force them. Am I supposed to make this call on a case-by-case basis? What do I really want, anyway? <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The reality is, as much as I think that life slowing down will allow me to sort through all of this, life isn&#8217;t going to slow down. And even if it did, would I really come to any conclusions? <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I guess I am just bracing for impact when it comes to 27. Ideally, 27 will involve fewer tears &#8212; sad ones, anyway. I&#8217;ll look forward to growth from positive change, even if it&#8217;s fraught with uncertainty and pain. And whether I manifest it or let the universe do its work, I hope for a bit more stability. I won&#8217;t be making these wishes when I blow out the birthday candles, just so they can&#8217;t come true. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p class=\"text-justify\">It was the first week of October that got me thinking. 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