THE day is here. It seems like just another day. It seems the coming year will be like any other year. But my mind tells me that today is a really BIG day, and life SHOULD be different here onwards, or it will be one colossal waste. I’m confused. I don’t know who to listen to.
Yes, it’s scary being where I am. I know this is when ‘gravity’ starts hitting you and the only way to go is downhill. All of a sudden, I’m paranoid about dark spots, fine-lines & wrinkles…about the first grey hair…about the slowing down of metabolism…about creaks & pains in various parts of the body…all of which will make their presence felt very soon. There's also the pressure to make this year THE year that counts, professionally.
And the saddest part is that I’m not even excited about this day as I’ve been every year till now. Parties with friends have been replaced with a quiet cutting of the cake & a nice dinner with loved ones. Excitement has been replaced with an “Oh well, I’m down one more”.
It’s no fun turning 30. And every successive birthday is going to be just another number. Now I know why birthdays are no big deal for our parents.
Happy Birthday To Me. I want my 26 back :(