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What Happened To This Woman?



You see that woman in white? Yeah, that’s me. A little under five years ago. This picture was taken the day that I vowed to live my life shackled to loving Mr. Houseful. On THIS day, I was a mother of one, and 27 years of age. On this day, I probably weighed 30 pounds less than I do at the moment, and I thought that I was busy beyond all comprehension.

Boy was I clueless!

It’s amazing that at this point in my life, I thought that I was inundated with issues. And to tell the truth, I probably was. My 27 year old self was probably dealing with parenting a young black boy just the way that my 31 year old self is dealing with now parenting TWO young black boys. I was just freshly out of a job, and yet, I was entirely happy to be walking down the aisle to Mr. Houseful later that day.

Wedding planning for me was a joy. If you ask Mr. Houseful, he’ll say just the opposite. He’ll tell you that I fussed over details that really didn’t matter, and that I went berserk at the thought of NOT having a videographer the day of the wedding (he’ll also tell you that later he conceded that it was a fantastic idea, and I’m the best wife ever for suggesting it.)

What I miss most about my 27 year old self is that I was a little bit freer. Going places when I wanted to, instead of hemming and hawing about not looking a certain way. I may have had less money, and less children, and less clutter, but I feel that I lived more.

I want THAT portion of 27 back. The will to live in the moment. Don’t get me wrong, I think that I’m getting better. I’m attending festivals, and concerts, and plays and everything, but that’s for the children. I love it – but I’m looking for some grown up stuff to get into – and not just a once a year cruise that Mr. Houseful and I have vowed to take.

We’re going to have a monthly date night. We tried for weekly and failed in the most magnificent manner ever. So we’re aiming a little lower, and making it count.

We’re going to spread our cultural wings as well. It makes no sense that I went to the opera THRICE before the age of 18 and haven’t been back since. I enjoyed the opera. Yes, I’m one of those.

So, 27 year old self – I need you to send some of your energy my way. And in exchange, I’ll send you some of my weight. You can handle it anyway – you’re SO five years ago.

~Make It A Fantastic Day!

Photo Credit: Nakai Photography

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Monday 7th of May 2012

I turned 36 yesterday so 27 seems like, and was, eons ago. That said, I quite enjoyed you at 27 and even now {most of the time *heh*}. If I could tell 27 y/o ini anything it would be to get out of that office job STAT and start something else now, don't wait. Oh and maybe to get preggo earlier, not sure on that one though.

Christine M of Hartlyn Kids

Monday 30th of April 2012

I can completely relate. I want MANY aspects of my 27 year old self.


Saturday 28th of April 2012

Indeed. I had a quite similar conversation with Dude last night on the drive home.


Saturday 28th of April 2012

LOL this is good. I think that we have all felt that way at some point. But there are some days that my younger self could send me some of that energy I used to have. Goodness!

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