One of the sub plots of Sex and the city episode last night was the fact that Samantha was getting old. She now has to wear glasses and has found a gray hair down there. yup, bolivias.
Made me calculate. I was just startled to realize I'm turning 27 next June. Well, it's kind of giving me a panic sense in terms of aging. Being 26 is quite okay - still near the "first-quarter-of-my-life" border. but 27 is quite the signal that's telling me I'm nearing the feared 30 year old bracket. I don't know what came over me but I couldn't sleep for most of the night. Was thinking I'm not getting any younger. I'm not getting enough money either.
Should I worry? Should I panic? Should I rush the many things I still want to do in life?
No. At least not now. Busy eh.
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