Before you wonder, there is absolutely no connect between what I am about to write and the title of this post. Heck, I don’t even have a clue as yet as to what I intend to write about as of now. Just that the track is playing full blast right now, and little Zo is sleeping through it. Very fair, I have to say. This, she will sleep through, like she hasn’t slept in years, and in the night, a mere turn from one side to another by either Mumma or Papa, and she will have her eyes all shiny and awake. Life, I tell ya.
Anyway, this isn’t about Zo. So those looking forward to updates about the little one, you’ve gotta wait, not happening today. If you’re still interested in an incoherent babble, well, stay on.
This year wasn’t only about my upgrade to mommy status. Yes ofcourse, that was a big thing, ok , strike that, that was a huge thing, but even otherwise, this is the year, I make a grand entry into the last of my twenties. Yep, good old (groan!) me turned twenty nine 2 weeks ago. And for once, unlike the last two years, when I went on and on about how uncool my age was, with nothing going for it, this year is big. This is the last year that I can call myself a twenty something, and that is something I have been doing for the last decade, so trust me, it won’t be easy to let go of.
It is a scary thought, this. That in one year, I would reach the age, I would be thirty years old. If I look back at my ‘things to do before thirty list’, I realise that, er, I never made one? I mean, who is so laid back and useless these days so as to not have in mind what they plan to achieve before hitting thirty! Apparently I am.
In any case, I do not see myself as the ‘make lists and follow them through‘ kinda person at all. Which would mean that I see myself as the ‘go ahead and do it anyway kind’. Heh. Ok, that’s way too much nonsense I am sure, so honestly, if there were a category for me, I would call it, hmmm, let me think, the ‘Huh? What just happened’ kind.
So just like that, a decade will be over. The last time that happened, I was lying watching ‘Yaadein’ on TV till 1 in the night (BIG frigging mistake I have to admit, that movie is hauntingly annoying), despite the fact, or rather, because of the fact that I had to write CAT the next day. That was a big day, marking a big change. And I have no clue as to how the same day next year would be, so far.
In any case, the end is not near as yet, that is, I still have like a whole year to go. And that’s a long time. I mean, I would have been a mom for than a year, and been married for more than five, and working for more than seven! All of them big numbers in a way. So if I want, I can now set things right by utilising this year to do what I did not in the last decade. It is totally possible I think. All I need to do is start with making a list of things I want to do, then categorize them by their level of doability, and lastly, actually do them.
Or, I can party hard, get drunk, dance all night long, and enter my thirties with a bang, hopefully in my senses.
Either way, can’t wait.