I don't know about you, but I always thought when I was younger growing up that my parents were old.
Hey reality kicked in when it was my turn to turn 30!
Truth be told, it's been one of the best years of my life!
I best describe it in a poem I wrote
Being thirty, thirty something
Eyes open, eyes see
Truth be told
I'm young again
Second wind, here I go
With some savvy to boast
I'm the queen at my reign
Happy days, clouds don't get me down no more
My inner goddess
Not inside
Too shy to greet
Outside wearing me
As the woman I have become
I don't mind growing old, that is what life is all about. I get to keep a journal at the back of my head with the most beautiful memories insight.
So ladies or gents, next time someone asks for your age, be proud and shout it out!
From the heart
Char.
Saturday, 2 March 2013
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