I am 35. How wise am I supposed to be? What is the appropriate ratio of wise-ness to age? Who decides how wise a person should be at a given age? These are the questions I ponder over (but never ask anyone, of course).
It is rather ironic that I should get wiser before the required age (which no one knows what it is supposed to be) because in all other areas of life, I have rather been a late bloomer. You see, I learnt how to do make up and style hair (besides blow drying them or wrapping the up in a bun) exactly two years back. I found 'my' style about a year back. I became the person I was supposed to be post 30 and I just got comfortable in my skin. I often look back at my 20s and realize, 'O boy I was so naive!'. I am 99% certain that I will look back ten years from now and still think I was naive. I am still learning how to get 'smart' about people and how not to let people use me or take me for granted. Learning to say no (i.e. this) and choosing to spend time with fewer but kinder people has been step one in that process. And I have no idea what step two should be, but I will share with you as soon as I have figured it out. But as always, I digress ... what I am saying it that while I love the compliment, its meaning and relevance is lost on me. Moving on to the outfit, this was one of my favorite days from our Malta trip. We spent the afternoon exploring the island of Gozo. I was wearing this stylish-light-flowing wrap dress from Yetunde Sarumi over a rather casual outfit. This layering made all the difference to my look. Do check out Yetunde Sarumi's collection. She is a DMV based designer whose trade signature lies in the delicate combination of elegance and class with bold African prints. I can't wait to incorporate this maxi in my looks this fall but for now enjoy the pictures and
One of the re-occurring compliments I receive is that I am "wise beyond my years". It makes me smile. It makes me feel good about myself. Scratch that. It actually makes me thankful for having my parents, as my parents. They must have done things right and given me the tools to think for myself. I always share the compliment with them. My mom is often indifferent to it, but my Dad smiles along with me. But the purpose of this post, is not to praise my parents or to gloat about my compliments. It is about the afterthought I have post receiving the compliment.