Okay, maybe not the new 20 but my last year of 20's is staring me in the face and I don't like it. When Jeff turned 30 and was feeling bad about it, I'll be honest, I didn't quite understand it. I just kept telling him age is just a number (it was easy to say with a straight face when I was 25!). But now that it's my turn in 1 year, I'm getting nervous. Not because I'm getting 1 year closer towards death or that I'm worried about wrinkles.
It's just that as I get older I start feeling like more and more is expected of me. In my career, in my home life, everything. It's easy when we're young...we can write off certain short-comings by our age, our innocence, our inexperience...but as our age increases, so do our responsibilities. I can only hope that when I turn 30, I'll be happy with where I am and the woman I've grown in to. I guess I better use this last year to refine what I can and learn to accept the 30's that are coming my way.
It's just that as I get older I start feeling like more and more is expected of me. In my career, in my home life, everything. It's easy when we're young...we can write off certain short-comings by our age, our innocence, our inexperience...but as our age increases, so do our responsibilities. I can only hope that when I turn 30, I'll be happy with where I am and the woman I've grown in to. I guess I better use this last year to refine what I can and learn to accept the 30's that are coming my way.
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PS I think you are VERY accomplished and responsible for what it's worth. I've always admired those things about you. :)