You know how it is when something significant happens, or you suddenly have an inspiring thought and you make a mental note that you’ll blog about it, but then days pass and you can’t remember anymore what it was that you wanted to blog about? That’s been happening a lot to me lately. I remember telling myself on my way to work the other day that I was going to write my thoughts about an incident, but then I reached the office and completely forgot what that was.
So I guess I’m officially old. Funny but for all my rants about it, I do not really mind being at this period of my life. After all, I was the girl who was in a hurry to grow up. I was that kill joy, feeling mature kid who refused to play in sandboxes in kindergarten because I preferred talking to adults instead. I was the seven year old who didn’t pay attention to cartoons on TV because reading gave me satisfaction more than anything else in the world. Yes, I was that obnoxious kid you all hated because she told people that being a helpless kid was such a waste of time. So now that I am old, I have no right at all to complain.
And that’s why I happily embrace this period of my life— senior moments, doble vista, and all. Pretty soon, I’ll be worrying about wrinkles and skin aging, but in all honesty, I’m not bothered at all. As long as I’m healthy and able to work well, all those physical signs of aging can’t put me down. The truth is, it’s much more fabulous to be at this age. It’s more fun to be in your 20s and be sure of what you want and how to get it. It’s so rewarding to be almost 30 and able to say that you’ve learned your lessons and you’ve learned them well. This is the best of times. Thus says the girl who waited all her life to grow up and be old like this. 
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