I find myself saying, “ugh, I want to do that”, and it makes me forget about all the amazing things I’ve done and only focus on what else there is out there for me to experience. I’m constantly having my friend’s and stranger’s (aka “influencers”) experiences shoved in my face, and it makes me yearn for MORE.

Social media makes it almost impossible not to compare yourself to others. Ironic, I know, since I’m currently writing this ON the internet…but you know what I mean. Sometimes I genuinely hope that we’ll all just wake up one day to find that the internet has been wiped out for good. I have a lot of thoughts about social media and the internet in general so much so that I should probably write a separate blog post on it. And honestly, I attribute the latter to the pitfalls of social media. It’s this constant back and forth between life whipping past me without a moment to spare, and yearning to be doing more, seeing more, experiencing more. In my true nature, always contradictory, I’ve also been struggling with feeling like I haven’t been doing enough recently. Writing is probably one of the best ways to make life slow down for a bit, and to recognize that the fleeting frenzy we’ve been living in has actually been filled with lots of beautiful experiences. Now it’s Sunday evening (my favorite day to write, apparently) on March 24th, and I’m finally taking a moment to reflect on things. I can’t imagine anything topping the celebration we had here 🙂 Needless to say, I’m very glad we decided against going to Savannah for the weekend.

It was truly a wonderful evening I felt so happy and so loved. Maybe this girl will never change! I was disappointed and throwing a pity party for myself, which ultimately made the surprise that much sweeter, shocking, and exciting. I of course did what I always do and built up the event in my head, then felt heartbroken when it seemed nothing was happening. We celebrated in the best way, surrounded by all my best friends and family at a surprise dinner put together by my better half, sweet Andrew. I am officially 27! As of last Saturday now one week and one day into my newfound age. Do I sound like cynical old lady? Maybe that’s what happens when you turn 27. Sometimes it truly feels like I’m living in fast forward.

I genuinely understand the meaning of “not enough hours in the day” now. Like time is slipping right past me the way sand drips through your hands, impossible to grasp onto.

Ferris life moves pretty fast