This is so NOT true. I am not older than Mr T. Although if I were I would totally own up to it. But I’m not.

Did I mention I just had a birthday? Yeah, I did. I had to share it with Big T. I don’t not mind though. I am now in my thirties. I can now be referred to as “thirty-something”. I don’t mind that either. Being “thirty-something” means that I know who I am, I know what I believe in, I know what I like and what I don’t like, I know how I like my steak (a bit bloody), I know how I like my men (how I like my MAN, really)…

I don’t know everything, but I am finally developing a confidence that comes with age (and parenting). I stand up for myself more. I know my strengths. I know my weaknesses. I know what I am good at, and what I am not so great at. I know who my real friends are, and I can identify my frenemies. I am finally learning that letting go is not always bad, and holding on isn’t necessarily good.

In all of this, I still don’t know what I’m going to be when I “grow up”. Where is this science thing going to take me? How will I change the world?

 Because I WILL change the world.

PS: I’m thirty-one. Yeah, that’s “thirty-something”…What?

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