By SheelaR

Life is fascinating.  Good and bad. It is amazing to me how one turns a certain age and the brain knows exactly when to adjust appropriately, for most of us anyway. Thirty has been weird for me. I suddenly don’t care about things that were acutely  important at 29. I’ve been 30 all my life and the rest of me has finally caught up. 

There are times when I look around and wonder why some of my peers don’t seem get it. I’ve always been slightly ahead of the crowd. Maybe I spent too much time with my parents as a child, but it was time well spent. I learned so much. 

My foray in social media has opened my eyes to things I’d never quite experienced, with people I didn’t think I’d experience it with.  Funny how that happened. It’s like walking around in that neighborhood that your parents warned you to stay out of.  You go because life is about learning and sometimes it has to be hard and it has to hurt. 

Turning thirty has been about not repeating those twenty something mistakes. No more forays into the unknown. It is now about safety, security and stability. It’s about trusting those instincts that you’ve always had but chose to disengage for the sake of fun and temporary happiness. 

One thing about me… I’m impulsive, so I need my check systems to always be operational. I do occasionally find myself switching them off to see what happens *snickering* My core hasn’t changed. What I desire has. I’m too sleepy to workout, so I’m going back to bed while I can. I’ve got a super long week ahead of me and I don’t need to be at a disadvantage. 

I guess I’ll see you on the other side…later 🙂