Twenty-Seven and Thriving

Something shifted when I woke up this morning. Maybe it’s the way my jeans fit after months of consistent running, or maybe it’s just that magical birthday confidence, but twenty-seven feels different. Better, actually.

Twenty-Seven and Thriving

Marcus keeps asking what’s changed, but honestly? Everything and nothing. I’ve been running four times a week since Sophie started preschool, and my body feels like mine again for the first time in years. Not the body I had at twenty-two, but something stronger. Something earned.

I’ve been thinking about trying CrossFit. I know, I know - but hear me out. There’s something appealing about lifting heavy things and putting them down. About being strong, not just skinny. About taking up space in the world and not apologizing for it.

Twenty-seven looks good on me. I can feel it in the way I carry myself, in the way I don’t second-guess putting on jeans that actually fit instead of hiding in yoga pants. This might be the year I stop playing small.