Holy shit, we are reaching a new height; I'm officially turning 31 today. Yikes.
I can't believe we are in this chapter already. Time does not want to slow down, not even a bit. Oh God, wow... I age up. It doesn't feel like it, though. I don't feel it in myself that I'm in my 30s, do you know what I mean? The essence of it is just nonexistence. My whole being is refusing that I am getting old.
Hmpfh...
Well, a lot of things happened in my 30s: I got married to the most wonderful person ever, I lived in one of the best cities in the world (Sydney), I met new people, I went back home for good, and I continued my passion for writing. It was a little bit of a lot of rollercoaster ride.
I don't feel like this new person, this 30-year-old. It's just me the whole time—the same me that you guys have been reading about since 2011. Even though I know that our experiences change us without us realizing it, I still feel like myself, and maybe from your point of view, you can see and feel the difference.
If I can be grateful for reaching this age, then I'm really thankful that I get to experience aging, I get to experience this age of 31. Bring it on, you got this!
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