Is it okay to admit that I think about it, getting older, and I nearly freak out?
Is it okay to admit that I don't feel that age at all?
I remember late 2015 when a blog reader called me and complained about her boyfriend complaining about the way she dressed. She'd said he wanted her to dress more conservatively. She didn't like that. She said and I quote "I don't see what's wrong with how I dress. I cannot be dressing like an old woman, I cannot be dressing as if I'm 30 or 40, I'm still young biko".
I was 30 at the time and I'd just caught a glimpse of what 30 looked like to a 23 year old.
It wasn't very pretty.
However, In my current reality, I seem to be having the best time of my life everrrrrrr, since I turned 30, so no it's not bad at all.
I'm in a very good place, I haven't got much to complain about at the moment (besides maybe, my blog not being where it should be because of me not doing the things I should do, but that's story for another day), I've not felt this happy and optimistic ever before, so why does my heart skip a beat when I realize I'm turning 32 in 2 days?
What is is about getting older that makes us freak out, or become reflective, or even make some of us lie about our age?
Really, what is it?
So anyways, hello, my name is Thelma, and I'm 32. How old are you?
(I'm serious, I want everyone who read this to tell me their age, you're free to go anonymous if you like. I suddenly just want to know how old (or young) everyone else is...)