happy birthday to me

Yesterday I became 29 years old. I am now less than one year away from being a woman in her thirties.
I remember from my childhood my “image” of women in their thirties:
married
kids
lives in a house
wears lipstick
a grownup
pays bills
owns furniture
sexless
wears polyester
What else could you expect? All the women in their thirties I knew when I was a kid were teachers and other kids’ mothers.
If the next year goes as expected, this will be my image when I turn the big three-oh:
divorced
no kids
lives in an apartment
prefers lip gloss
never wants to grow up completely
pays bills (when she remembers)
owns furniture
sexy
wears cotton and leather and denim and satin
It’s amazing how a little thing like proximity can change an image so radically.
And they say your sex drive increases after thirty. God help me…
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