Ageing thoughts

In the midst of the new year festivities and that smug, somewhat misplaced relief which only an extended weekend could bring ( no Monday blues, get it!), there is no denying that I am freaked out by the fact age is catching up on me.

Yes, I know it sounds really unbecoming. After all, I am pretty determined to age gracefully and live a full,good life while doing so.

The truth is I am not that old ( oh...really?) and I'm sure a couple of years later( saggy boobs and MORE stretch marks and wrinkles later.) I would lament that 28 is THE age to be.

I am officially 28. Bumming around in the corporate world, still figuring what my passions truly are, feeling lost along the way and just not living the full, good life the way I would very much like.

Not the worst but definitely not the best place to be now. But of course, I have plenty to be thankful for and would not want to jinx it by singing praises. ( I'm pretty good at jinxing things so I'm very pang-tang for a sweet young thing of 28).

I thought I had a calling to teach just barely 2 years ago, I guess I didn't answer to it at the very last moment. Even then, I wasn't sure if it was indeed a calling or just an inner voice seeking an alternative to the job I wasn't very happy holding then.( I did move on from that banking operations job to something else eventually).

If money isn't a concern , what will you choose to do as a profession?
I don't know yet I know.

I want to be an entrepreneur and a lecturer. Actually, that is my dream.