As of today I’m now 35 years old and closer to 40 than 30. Ugh! But then on the other side 35 is just a number and one is only as old as one feel.
As usual becoming a year older I tend to think about things I haven’t accomplished and missed out on. At 35 there are so many musts that one just should have. Perfect career, perfect husband, perfect family and so on.
Sitting at Copenhagen airport on Monday on my way home from Dublin watching people passing by (so much fun) I realised that my life may not be as people and society think it should be, but I like it very much (most of the time). So far in my life I haven’t done very much according to the book so why should I start now?! I honestly don’t think I would be happy doing it. That’s just not me. I'm happy now and that's what counts.
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