My last night before hitting the big 3-0.
A third of my life is over (assuming I live until I'm 90). GAWD!!!
Still have not found the perfect anti-wrinkle cream. Hello crow's feet!
Am I looking forward to this new chapter in my life?
Will be 30 and a Mrs by the end of the year. OLD. MARRIED. Freaky...
To be honest, am not really sure how I feel.
Part of me is indifferent, going: "so what you're one year older. Deal with it girl!" Another wants to raid the Estee Lauder skincare counter, trying to prolong my youth. Visibly that is. That part will be pushing me towards botox in 2 years time. (Stop her someone!)
A third, and the biggest part of me, is mildly surprised at how quickly time has sped by. Nothing more, nothing less.
I dare say that I am currently happy with my life.
Sure I could be smarter, richer, healthier, more street-wise, better educated, thinner, do more sports, own property in NYC, Paris and KL, have a better style, travel more, be a master chef, own an island, etc.
But I do not, have not, can not, and most importantly: want not.
(eff off grammar scholar!)
All I want now, is to enjoy life's party. Confident that I like who I am, who I have become. (What bliss not to be an insecure teenager anymore!)
Besides, I take solace in the fact that change happens and will NOT stop happening just because i feel old. :-)
Cheers!