You can call me Goldy…

It’s the first day of September and as always I am the happiest bunny around. Why you ask? It is my birthday month. Much excitement.

As I do every year, I started the “my birthday is coming” chant on the 28th of August (err..slightly before that) and told everyone I know that this is my “golden birthday” a.k.a my “bappi lahiri day” (okay BAD JOKE!) Now, time for some millennial education. *dons the teacher hat*

Golden birthday: A person’s golden or grand birthday, also referred to as their “lucky birthday”, “champagne birthday”, or “star birthday”, occurs when they turn the age of their birth day.

I turn 28 on the 28th of September.

Wow!

I have the best of everything in life. I have two sets of parents, I have a loving and encouraging husband, I have a brother who literally is my agony aunt and advisor and a sister who is always ready to hear me whinge. I am finally feeling a lot more settled in Australia and coming to terms with “adulthood”.

But there is so much that comes with age!

So, firstly, I am yet to come to terms with the fact that I will be 28 soon. 28. WHAT! I have already started withering away with an immunity of a fly and backaches of a 100 year old woman. I am also one of those people who loves to stay home, get comfy in her pyjamas and watch that documentary about that guy who has that a sob story to share with the World OR videos of that dog who can talk (MISHA, the husky just fyi). Yes, I am one of those.

And in my moments of “netflix and chill moments” that one existential question of “WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE IN MY LIFE TO SHOW FOR MY 28 YEARS?” pops up like a painful zit.

Look, I am far from perfect. I am still terrible at staying in touch with people (ask the majority, I rarely call and find solace in texting), I still don’t exercise to save my life and I am yet to make this blog as amazing as I want it to be. I am also a grumpy bear 90% of the times.

And then of course, there are those questions about if I will ever muster the courage to be a business owner? Do I have it in me to do that? Or am I a worker ant?

MORAL OF THE STORY, MANASVI!! Come to it already, right?

We are too hard on ourselves. We are in this race with our age from the get go and sometimes it’s good, it’s lovely! But more often than not it turns us into these really bad versions of ourselves. One’s who crib about everything and then the cycle carries on…

Like my mother keeps telling me and last night husband did too, you must be thankful for the little things in life. And I truly am.

I am thankful for everything in life. And I just need to remind myself once in a while that just BEING is a blessing.

So, this “golden year”, I vow to be sane and not worry about my greying hair (which are way too many to count) or my wrinkly face. Not bitch about my age and how I have such few friends (at-least I have a few) AND more importantly, I vow to get my ass to WORKOUT! It will happen guys, it will happen. I am beginning to see my metabolism realising I am not 21 anymore, so I have to train it to be on it’s best behaviour.

As always, this is a blog post straight from this oldies heart.

So much more to achieve in life. Such a long way to go…

Stay tuned. xx

Stay Tangled.

 

 

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