All my life I said that 35 was my 'scary age'.
At 35 I should have met the man I'm going to be with for the rest of my or his life. At 35 I should live in a nice house and have a fun job. At 35 I can't slob around anymore and move from here to there, I should be settled. And at 35 I have to accept that I'm definitely not going to be someone's mother.
Today I have reached that 'scary age' of 35.
And so far everything turned out the way I wanted it to turn out, it's not scary at all. During breakfast I told the Bo that I thought I was going to be really old at 35 but I haven't aged, I only have four grey hairs and no wrinkles. But that must run in the family as my 94 year old grandmother still doesn't show much wrinkles. We must be very lucky ... and I am, at 35, one lucky pig!
Bo bought me the brightest pink roses, the MilK Déco books are now for sale in The Yvestown Shop and the print is by Sugarloop. |
