What would RTH do?

That is the question.

If I were in a highschool yearbook, they would vote me most likely to die of a lynch mob. That does not prevent me from opening my mouth and serving a warm hearty cup of STFU to people who deserve it. My dark scathing humor will leave no matter of existence untouched. My innocence will touch your soul.

Welcome to a warped world turned inside out and upside down. All sorts of discretion advised.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Thirty........going on thirteen

Gosh! It is hard to believe. I'm officially thirty years old. This is it, the big three-oh. The end of the road, the top of the peak. They say it all goes downhill from here. I feel great though. I don't look thirty, I don't feel fifty. In fact I feel like I'm still a silly little teenager. Perhaps not even thirteen at times, but just three years old. Looking back, perhaps half a life has gone by, maybe more, maybe less, but it has been a good life so far.

There have been ups and downs, but in the long run, I think it really evens out. I pretty much had an awesome childhood and received a lot of adulation as I was the only female granddaughter for a long time. Lost my way as I hit puberty, becoming a moody reclusive totally emo pubescent kid. Bounced right back to have the most incredible teenage ever. Those were the best days of my life. I played field hockey, participated in other activities, made a ton of friends and overall had a blast. Of course the education department slacked a bit, but overall it was a great experience.

Then I moved to the states and kind of lost myself in the crowd. I didn't know what I wanted to do with life. I was torn, devastated and utterly depressed about leaving behind everything I knew. I was confused about how to start life all over again as an adult. I slacked off, lost my way, and struggled through quite a few bitter years.

That is all in the past now. I don't know why thirty is such a big deal or why people feel thirty is old. I'm thirty years young and in a great place in my life. I didn't get to fulfill a lot of idealistic dreams, but I have absolutely no regrets. I'm doing my MBA in an excellent program in a good university, and I'm keeping up good grades. I'm enjoying my job and being dreamy trying to take a crack at my dream career in the foreign services. In six days I go to Brazil and fulfill my thirst for traveling one opportunity at a time.

Here's looking forward to the next thirty years and tackling the wearing life throws at us. Thirty is not scary like people make it to be, nor will 40, 50, 60 or even hundred. Although I want to die by 70. But no matter how old, I'll always be hot like my idol Betty White


2 comments:

Jill said...

Happy 30th!! I hit 31 back in November and I must say the 30s haven't been too bad so far. :) You're only as old as you feel right? haha I try to maintain my youthfulness on a steady diet of comics, video games, the occasional cartoon and general mischief. So far so good. ;) Have fun in Brazil!!

Ivre said...

Happy birthday (very very belated)
Good to know that you are having a blast