So, 29 today, as of 14:37
Ten years ago a friend of mine was turning 30 (I’m fairly sure at least that it’s within a few days of my birthday, my memory is foggy) and at the time I remember all of my then friends, who were quite a bit older than me (late 30′s, 40′s) (some things never change, huh? lol) telling me, ‘so, you just turned 20 and she’s just turned 30… it’ll be your thirtieth before you even know it, blink and you’ll miss it…’ I believed them, but experiencing it is a different kind of believing, ay?
I will say bye bye to my twenties this year, it’ll take a whole year I think, they were interesting years. Better than my teenage years, at times. My twenties was where I always wanted to get to, 21 in particular. Every year after that I’ve been kinda looking back saying, oh, how is it slipping so far behind me? I said back then that I would give up the fags by 30 (they say if you do then the effects are negated by the time you’re at the age that people usually suffer problems from smoking, who knows?) and I have. I also thought I’d have a mortgage and more academic education than I do (a masters, a phd? would I have patience for a phd though I wonder?) and probably a good job (I have a good job, just not enough hours of it) and who knows, maybe the academic stuff will come later. The house is kinda dependent on the job/money scenario but looking at how things are at the moment I’m kinda glad I don’t have a house to worry about paying for right now, or worse still, one bought during the boom and depreciated now.
So I suppose I’m not doing too bad.
I read two good quotes today which got me thinking:
“To fulfill a dream, to be allowed to sweat over lonely labor, and to be given a chance to create, are the meat and potatoes of life. The money is the gravy” Bette Davis, actress
“I have always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I have to be more specific” Lily Tomlin, actress
I’m in no position right now (zzz…) to actually write about what I thought, so, kitties!