Birthdays. i dread them. And mine is in the offing.
Dread this more for am quite literally about to be an old old dame, and plan to gift myself an anti-aging hamper complete with creams and lotions of all sorts. Plan to cry me a river, and get so so drunk! But 30? c'mon seriously? and i don't feel a day over 20!!? but then we never wanna grow up...do we? Specially when we haven't quite met the goals in mind.
We women love being a strapping 20 something... it almost gives you a licence... licence to flirt... to party hard... to shirk a few responsibilities... to get away with most things... to cut queues... put career first... but then when 30 looms large... one can't help but ask the main question... am i where i wanted to be at 30?
Apart from instant death of 'youth' what else am i gaining at 30? By now i always thought... I'd make tons of money(Mark Zuckerberg made a billion by 23), be jet setting across the globe, sipping cocktails in Miami, having a photography exhibition, cooking in Cairo, growing thinner by the day, and be holding at least one Cannes in my hands!! well none none of it has happened yet!! and old age comes knocking! And ooh i almost forgot about the biological clock which is by now sounding like a really annoying alarm! Man.... what pressure!?
But again... all i can say is... I've discovered myself in the 20s and have loved each bit of it... dated wrong guys, found the right one, loved university, learnt new things, tried all the evils of the world, became more sure of myself, got a job i loved... manage to have kept it... lost closest of friends, made new ones... so if at all i need to bid farewell to my 20s... it should be with a giant hug... because for the first time i feel ready... ready for whatever maybe in store for me... a sense of calm, a sense of control... so my dear 30s here i come... with all my dreams... hopes... aspirations... if you give me crows feet... gray hair... and knee pain... i shall embrace you anyways... because you damn well will show me a good time...
So goodbye my roller-coaster 20s... you were wild and beautiful... and howdy my flirty thirties... you will be the best thing yet!
Dread this more for am quite literally about to be an old old dame, and plan to gift myself an anti-aging hamper complete with creams and lotions of all sorts. Plan to cry me a river, and get so so drunk! But 30? c'mon seriously? and i don't feel a day over 20!!? but then we never wanna grow up...do we? Specially when we haven't quite met the goals in mind.
We women love being a strapping 20 something... it almost gives you a licence... licence to flirt... to party hard... to shirk a few responsibilities... to get away with most things... to cut queues... put career first... but then when 30 looms large... one can't help but ask the main question... am i where i wanted to be at 30?
Apart from instant death of 'youth' what else am i gaining at 30? By now i always thought... I'd make tons of money(Mark Zuckerberg made a billion by 23), be jet setting across the globe, sipping cocktails in Miami, having a photography exhibition, cooking in Cairo, growing thinner by the day, and be holding at least one Cannes in my hands!! well none none of it has happened yet!! and old age comes knocking! And ooh i almost forgot about the biological clock which is by now sounding like a really annoying alarm! Man.... what pressure!?
But again... all i can say is... I've discovered myself in the 20s and have loved each bit of it... dated wrong guys, found the right one, loved university, learnt new things, tried all the evils of the world, became more sure of myself, got a job i loved... manage to have kept it... lost closest of friends, made new ones... so if at all i need to bid farewell to my 20s... it should be with a giant hug... because for the first time i feel ready... ready for whatever maybe in store for me... a sense of calm, a sense of control... so my dear 30s here i come... with all my dreams... hopes... aspirations... if you give me crows feet... gray hair... and knee pain... i shall embrace you anyways... because you damn well will show me a good time...
So goodbye my roller-coaster 20s... you were wild and beautiful... and howdy my flirty thirties... you will be the best thing yet!
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