I’m starting to look like I am in my 30’s
Not that there is anything wrong w/ that…
I think I may actually like it.
No fear or dread or melancholia when I hit
I lurved it, luffed it… love isn’t even the word for it.
No more feeling like a teenager or kid.
No, not THAT adultworld
But while we are on the subject…
Funny in your 20s, funnier in your 30s.
How true! Funnier in your 30s
Smarter, more relaxed…
Ready to be “what I want to be when I grow up”
Even though I haven’t quite figured it out yet.
Still holding out for my childhood dream of
Shouldn’t be that hard huh? I am SURE there is an open position
For one of those.
Taking things seriously
Like seriously, I want adventure, romance, and
Laughing so hard I cry… everyday.
That I am not so concerned with what’s going on over there
And over here is just fine
I know what I want
I know what I won’t tolerate
And I know what makes me swoon…
I know I want more swooning.
Talk to me.
Just hanging around isn’t good enough anymore.
I want stimulating conversation
And to smile more than I crinkle my forehead…
Although, I think I need better glasses because I still
Squint, so please don’t confuse my poor eyesight
(oh no! not reading glasses yet!!)
With anger or disappointment.
31 is a prime number.
realizing that 30’s are much better than perceived.
would like to thank Pink Panther Magazine for wanting to put this in the first edition.
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