(it is all very strange, for when i started writing this post about age, it wasn't going to be a birthday wish. a sequence of events - 2 dreams, a chat with a taxi driver, a chance encounter and a talk by neil gaiman had driven me here. and then i looked at the date and it read 13.6. 3 days to you turning 30. i had no intention to imitate, this is strangely, deeply from my heart.)
here's a confession: when i was 17 i fancied i was 50, and when i reached 25 i wanted to be 20 forever.
it always mattered to me what people thought i thought they did, and it mattered to me that i had not gotten certain things very right, or very wrong on several occasions.
and then i turned 30. and realised that it doesn't matter at all what people thought - for everyone thinks too much of everything else. and realised that it didn't matter whether i got things wrong or right, because everyone gets things wrong and right all the time.
now i'm happy being where i am, doing what i'm doing, and possibly making a change to do what i want to be doing.
i hope the same for you.
occasionally with a cup of coffee, a good read and some good friends - i hope you find comfort in being 30.
