At Certain Age

Ok, I am aware that 3-0 is looming just 3 years away.

That's probably why I saw this odd dream last night: I went to a pub with my boyfriend and the landlady, an elderly woman with black hair and wonderful sense of humor, said something like "you two are such a cute couple! You two should get married!"

And when I woke up, 6.53am (because my boyfriend had to wake up early to catch a bus; he's now fishing with his best buddies), I was utterly tired; I didn't sleep that well, it's summer, so it's hot at our bed room. But my point is, that no matter what, after that dream I woke up happy. It would be kinda nice if that dream would come true.

I can't lie: I'm 27, I have found the very first wrinkles on the corners of my eyes - a clear sign that I'm getting slowly older. I must admit that I kinda like it! Heh heh... You won't be seeing me buying wrinkle cream any day soon, I just embrace my aging process. It feels good to be older, I feel a lot more comfortable in my own skin than I did back in 2004 and before that. I've found myself and I like it. Oh, scratch that, I LOVE it!

Funny, but I've lost the rush to commit; that is because I am committed. I like my life in many ways, I love my writing (I admit - that is what I am passionate about!), I love this apaprtment, the neighbourhood, our guinea pigs and most of all, my boyfriend. Life is good.