Turning 27 and having no clue

So I know this is my dating blog and it's been very quiet on that front. I wish I could report on a blossoming romance but actually life 'stuff' has been happening and I'm going to blog about that first. Be warned, it's about to get seriously self reflective!

When I was 13, 15, 17, 20 years old I was convinced by 25 I'd be settled down, in love, have a career, or at least regimented on eating three meals a day - remember I was married at 16, a mother by (just) 17 and divorced by 21 but I held out for the BIG OLD AGE OF 25. That annoying landmark your younger self thinks you'll have your shit figured out (disclaimer, so happy for you if you have).

On the 1st June 2016 I turned 27; I'm not in love and still getting over heartbreak, I'm occasionally kicking ass at being a parent, my degree results aren't what I hoped for, my career isn't going the way I had focused it to, and I'm still forgetting to eat breakfast, gorge at lunch and am not hungry for dinner!

The day before my 27th birthday my ex-boyfriend blocked me on Facebook and announced his new relationship (another disclaimer - we were actually in the friend-zone, totally happy for him, feel the blocking was a little unwarranted but each to their own; I'm taking the route of blogging about it!) Although I'm happy for him and I'll be brutally honest, I'm annoyed he got there first! I said the thing no ex says out loud - I want to be in the honeymoon period and telling all my friends too. So with that, I'll close that topic.

On my actual birthday the guy I'd been seeing (which helped me get over the above topic) essentially blew the whistle on our game. We were no where near being "boyfriend and girlfriend" but he was companionship and stomach flutters, he thought my birthday was the best time to delete me from Facebook and cancel seeing me - another one bites the dust.

So I'm newly 27, I'm nowhere near love, still working on my career, I didn't spend any time with my kids this evening as I was fretting about work, put the children to bed late, shouted at the dogs for wanting attention and I totally forgot to eat dinner.

So why do I write this blog with a smile on my face?

After an evening of best friend chats and quiet self-reflection, I realise this:

I'm 27 and have life experience (even if that experience resulted in ALOT of heartbreak)

I'm 27 and I have beautiful kids that really don't care how old I am or what I'm doing, they feel loved.

I'm 27 and I have met the most amazing people that I will forever have in my network; and therefore career

I'm 27 and in the face of shit, I am brave

I'm 27 and I have support and love to get me through to the next stage

I'm 27 and I have career experience and from that friendship with the nicest people

I'm 27 and it really doesn't matter what age I am - I'm going through life, just like everyone else at what ever age they are.

So the point of this is - life doesn't begin at 25, 30, 40, 50 or 60 etc. (sorry to break it to you) life is happening right NOW. Although at some point we'll probably forget, in a moment of self-indulgence and pity, we should always acknowledge where our door's have closed but put focus on where they opened or could open.

I still have no idea what I'm doing but I'm 27 and I'm holding tight to the key that will unlock doors to my future..... I just need to figure out this three meals a day thing.