27 May 2012: this is my very last day in the twenties.
For tomorrow I will be turning 30.
It had always been an unspoken fear for me, a fear that I would grow old and wither and die and 30 would be the beginning of all that.
But to be honest, somehow that fear had disappeared – I cannot but be grateful to the life I have today.
When I was 25, I still didn’t know where the life river would bring us, but today, I kinda know where – the direction is already clear.
Life is good
I have my family, J, Louis, my mother and aunt and brothers and my own company and tons of work and projects and I love my job.
J and I are finally traveling around the world – what we want to do for years but only started this year. We are going to Tokyo, then back to France, then the West Coast America this year.
We still argue but any disputes never last long. We love each other and the bond is now stronger than ever.
Louis is growing so fast. He’s almost 10 months old now and thriving. He’s so very active and we love him to bits. It’s such an amazingly wonderful experience to see your own child grow. Life’s most precious gift that isn’t attributed to just anyone, so we are very, very grateful to have him. We are thrilled at the wondrous journey of parenting.
My mother and aunt Ida are the best – they help us take care of little Louis everyday and we cannot trust anyone more than we trust them. Louis gets the biggest love surrounding him, the biggest love a kid can ever wish for.
My brothers are doing fine – they have a career and life and the first one is getting married soon, mending his heart that was broken by a drama queen two years ago. They’re both of kind, gentle nature and I am so happy that we stay in good terms unlike so many other families.
Our company has been proposed twice, so we are planning to sell half of it, for a better future, for a bigger expansion that has been planned for six months. So we can grow, and become stronger and better.
Jobs are flooding in! We’re currently handling several big accounts and demands are coming more and more. Without I even have to look for them – I guess this is what we call the bountiful fruit of hard labor.
We are grateful and so even if I am sometimes so tired and cranky about working on weekends, J always, always reminds me that once, we had wished for this. We had dreamed of this. And now that the chances are here, we cannot and would not throw them out of the window – we do the best to keep them coming.
So, I am content. And gracefully entering the new digit.
Welcoming myself to the club of the 30s soon!