I Turned 27
By Gold
Hi! First off I missed you. It will be absolutely bogus to come back to you and act as if nothing happened but it sure did, a lot has happened. The most significant being that I turned 27.
How dare I become older during possibly the most chaotic time of my life? I could maybe call it a mid-life crisis but a part of me thinks that’ll be pushing it. But baby, I am back and I turned 27.
Secondly and not to be too direct, I have changed and I wouldn’t be explaining any further wtf that means.
My body looks different. I barely understand my current menstrual cycle. My abs are no where to be found but I take solace in the fact that my stomach is still flat. I cry more and I think laugh less too because bitch, ain’t shii funny.
I have lost so much and had these little moments of huge wins that were so high I forgot I was living a ghetto life of existential crisis.
So yes, I turned 27 but really wtf does that even mean?
It means that I am going back to the girl I was at 18, which was the exact year I started blogging. She was fearless.
Last night, I watched Elvis a biopic of Elvis Presley portrayed by Austin Butler who by the way I found that we shared the same birthday, so shout out to him. And just like every biopic I have watched, I felt inspired.
Inspired to create without limitations and be true to me. I realized that I felt out of touch with myself because I was no longer creating at the pace and method that was satisfying for my soul.
You know, as creatives, we want to be seen or recognised by “leaders of the industry”, we want to be marketable while also being unique.
We want to have a voice while also speaking in a tone these leaders understand.
It is a rat race of who kisses ass the most and one thing about Gold is, that she doesn’t eat ass.
My short story | Escape
Well, let’s say that last night, I had a moment where I randomly yelled “who cares?” at my loud inside voice.
I started blogging because I have a lot of thoughts and ideas about life and somehow I lost my inspiration because I began to see it as marketability when really all I want to do is create and not worry about that.
So for real, fuck that!
That fear is slowly fading out as I type this and I want to say happy fucking birthday to me. Cause bitch I turned 27 and this is a new motherfucking era.
