I am going to be thirty five in a few days and I cannot for-the-love-of-god believe it. Not 'coz I am in denial. Just 'coz I don't feel it. It doesn't help that I don't relate much to people my age (' coz) which always makes me wonder whether it is me or them? Ninety-nine percent I am sure it is me.
I don't know where the past decade went, though? What did I achieve? Did I grow-up? Did I change? 'Coz I feel the same. I (almost) even look the same. I have the same hobbies, same interests. I don't live in the same place (or city) but besides that everything else around me and in my headspace is the same.
Mentally I am no more than twenty three (may be) so when I meet people who are ACTUALLY in their twenties I realize, 'boy! time has flow by!'. I recently met Supal in London and felt the same way. I listened to her achievements, her joie de vivre, her journey so far, and her dreams for the future and I realized how wonderful twenties are. They are confusing, and full of self-doubt but they are also hopeful and full of enthusiasm. (I have a thing or two to learn from her.) I don't wish to be in twenties, for I LOVEEE my thirties but I could use a little bit of that unlimited supply of wishful dreaming! :)
This is the first outfit from the recent trip to London. It was cold and I was wrapped in warm layers.
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