Remember when 30 looked so old?

Remember when 30 looked so old? Remember when we were scared of turning grey?

Just yesterday Tiffany decided, by her own calculations that I am now 28 years old. You are rather old mummy, she said.

Oh to be 28 again. While that would be great, I hasten to add that the 20s are the hardest years of one’s life.

I look back and think I could have handled them better. I could have been more assertive. I could have been more gracious and graceful under pressure. But I wasn’t.

My only redeeming quality then, was big ideals, ideas, dreams.

It’s been a turnaround. Now I lack dreams, but I have plenty of grace. And confidence.