Another birthday has passed

I am officially one year older. I am not really one to really pay attention to my age. There are times when asked, I actually do not know my exact age. I have to do some maths in my head before I can say with accuracy, I am XX years old.

I actually like the way I am, with regards to my callous disregard to my age. I like to think that I am growing "wiser" and I am ageing like a fine wine. Each time I meet someone who bemoans on how they are one year older and how they are looming towards some BIG 3-0, or 4-0, or 5-0, I mentally roll my eyes. It is all part of life isn't it? How weird is it that you go through each year and look exactly as you were 5 years ago? It's totally unnatural!

With each laugh line that gathers around my eyes, I actually feel more comfortable in my own skin. Gone were the times where I kept second-guessing myself, and obsessing over the slightest bit of "criticism" that was mentioned in passing. I don't really care whether people think that I am "cool" or not. I do what I like to do. And that sure feels gooood... Although I, like every other woman, wish for miracles like not having cellulite, and wishing that the numbers on the weighing scale to not pop out in ever increasing numbers. (Note : I am not a saint)

Being a mother to an almost 2 year old gal is another totally great experience. It really brings out how selfish my existence was. Now, I no longer get to slouch on my couch to watch my favourite television programmes, I no longer get to be bookworm for 5 hours at a stretch. I no longer wakeboard for hours at a stretch with friends, and going out into the wee hours in the morning is no longer possible. There are times I do miss all those (just a twinge of "I wish" with a slight sigh). But really, I am having loads of fun with my lovely hubby G and my cute "terrible-twos" daughter Leia. I like that life progresses with the different stages. Just like the seasons of the year. Instead of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I get babyhood, toddlerhood, teenager, all through to seniorhood. At my 30s, I feel more settled than I have ever before.

Tell this to me when I was in my 20s, I would have thought you were bonkers... ;)