I was in San Francisco last week for The Relay. After the run (which was awesome, btw: 4.5 miles flat @ 8 min/mile, 5.8 +250ft altitude gain @ 10, and 3.1 +1100 @ 12), I spent a few nights with friends and family that live in the Bay area. Free accommodations, sure, but it was really healthy to spend time with some people that I don't get to see as often as I used to. It's so easy to take friendships for granted when they're convenient.
Anyway, I celebrated my 27th birthday while I was out there. One girl that I was talking to, she and I went to high school together. We were talking about reunions, etc, and she said to me that her life "just keeps getting better."
I couldn't agree more. My life just keeps getting better.
When people tease me about getting old or whatever, I just pause, lean back, smile and say, "You know, my life keeps getting better. And if at 27, my life is the best that it's ever been, then, you know what? I'm pretty damn happy to be 27."
May your life just keep getting better. Cheers.