3-0

Everybody is turning 3-0. I got to run and hide.

Oh well, If only I can do that. Unfortunately, not.  And, literally, I dont want to run away yet. Not this time. 

I'm counting months before I formally end my 20s.  Although i just recently turned the end of 20, I am not excited, but, looking forward to ending my age with 0 again.  Its like a new career for me. But then, like any new career, there is excitement, worry and pressure. 

I was recently with a friend of mine, who is of the same age range, and during that same recently that she only realized that she is indeed nearing the next level. It was a big OMG on her face. And I tell you, it bugged her.

Unlike 2-0, this is something to be serious of.  Too many inevitable changes may be apparent. Too many things are in DIRE NEED to be done. Likewise, a LOT of changes SHOULD be introduced.

I'm worried, actually. But I dont want to be. It will just inject lines on my face and other negativity on my aura. I'm still learning not to be, though. Good thing I'm with someone who's, let' say, a little farther to the scary 3. Probably the immaturity could do wonders this time.

But as they say, change is the only thing constant in this world.

I've got really no choice.

Oh, I have. And that is, to enjoy.

And so I just will.

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