Thirtysomething

Today I turned 36 years old, still alive and kicking. Some of my girlfriends here don’t like the idea of being Thirtysomething, a number of them even get paranoid. For me age is just numbers of years you exist on earth. Sometimes it goes parallel with wisdom, maturity & well developed knowledge of oneself as expected by some certain age but sometimes it doesn’t.

Nowadays it is quite normal to have your nose or your face done by cosmetic surgery or even in less painful manner, botox (still wondering about the side effects let’s say 5 years after taking a botox injection??). Where does it come from, the longing for eternal youth??? I imagine in the (perhaps near) future almost everybody would look similar, similar mouth, the same nose etc…etc…..

Anyway, I do feel ‘old’ when I pick up my 7 years old daughter at school and her friends shout out at her as soon as they see me “G, your mom is here!”. And ladies and gentlemen, this happens on daily basis . Or at the physician, the dentist or even any other official institutions for example, when I’m called Mrs. Riva, for God’s sake, Mrs. Riva is my mother in law! The name is Lorraine.

I just want to dedicate this short essay for those who are or would be Thirtysomething. It’s just another phase in life which we have to pass. Me, I just want to grow old graciously………

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