Old, down-the-hill 27. It's funny how different the real "27" seems from the "27" I imagined 10 years ago. I feel younger and less committed to society's norm than I thought I would be.
I do not have the proverbial suburbia house with the office-mongering husband, the 2.5 kids and the Labrador dog in the backyard and calico cat in the house. I do not have a job to which I go every day clad in a gray suit and silver earrings, gelled hairstyle and an attitude to boot. I have not given up the music I listened to 10 years ago, and most of the dreamy love for life is still very much there, stronger still.
I do not feel older than 17, even if the gray hairs are peeking through the black dye and the extra pounds have installed themselves comfortably around my waist and hips. I still feel I have a lot ahead of me. I am not yet "made", and don't plan to be for a long while. My goals for life are not yet definite, my choices in life not yet definitive. I still want to have fun, I'm not yet done with that.
I still feel, deep down, in my heart, that I would love to go back to 21 years ago in my life.
Still a kid at heart.
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hair care! jajajjaja! lack thereof, you might say. but i like it the way it is, and i'm considering letting the gray hairs grow and stop dyeing my hair altogether. It's amazing what age does to a body, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse, but it's always interesting. Gray hairs, specially the fact that mine grow in just a certain spot right in the center of my hairline, are a way of nature making up for the extra pounds. :-D
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