Today, I turn 30. I don't feel particularly sad or elated. I don't feel anything at all. Just another birthday, just another day. I would like to think of it as detachment. Or it could it be denial? All I can say is that I never imagined to be where I am now, say, 10 years ago.
I can always hope that one day I can travel at a speed more than that of light to the edge of the Solar System and come back to a time in my past to relive those moments again. Till then, I'll be marinating in Amber Absolute and wearing a bright red lipstick.
I thought of doing something totally crazy like body piercing or getting a tattoo or running away to become a hippie but I decided to save those things for either of the two occasions: mid life crisis or menopause, whichever comes first. Instead I turned to altruism for rescue and donated blood, something I do usually do but this time it made me feel more useful. Deciding not to see life in black and white, I am seeing shades of Tiffany Blue and Silver. I bought myself this ring which I totally love.