I’m feeling so bone lazy about this blog thing that it’s getting seriously annoying. Note: this is myself talking to myself here. Lol. Anyway, the day came and went and as we always know – nothing’s changed except the number in the “age” box.
I was chatting to a friend when she called and said, “I may be 35 on paper but I’m seriously stuck at 22”. She’s like, “don’t push it, 28 is more realistic!”. Continue reading “10 things I’ve learned and am grateful for, after turning 35”