I will be 34 soon. It's a bit scary, I think. Sometimes I feel that it's not true, that it's some kind of mistake. A couple of years ago someone asked me how old I was and I instinctively replied '19'. And I meant it.
Last year was an odd year, bad things happened, at work, with 'friends' etc. But at the end of the year I felt that I was better, I felt that I had moved on from many things.
Every year, I feel the new problems coming, I can see the challenges ahead. It's hard being older, it's hard trying to be sincere, trying not to hide, trying to behave as one should.
But I guess this is the good side of growing up: by growing up you're also moving on.
And that can only be good, 34 years and all.
Last year was an odd year, bad things happened, at work, with 'friends' etc. But at the end of the year I felt that I was better, I felt that I had moved on from many things.
Every year, I feel the new problems coming, I can see the challenges ahead. It's hard being older, it's hard trying to be sincere, trying not to hide, trying to behave as one should.
But I guess this is the good side of growing up: by growing up you're also moving on.
And that can only be good, 34 years and all.
