Exactly thirty days from now, I will be thirty years old.
Three decades of being silly and serious, and everything in between. I’m not quite sure how to feel about it, except that I think it’s cool that Jollibee is also turning thirty this year. The Bee’s my age and look where he is now–gleefully on top of his game, way ahead of his closest rival with the big red shoes and bright-yellow clown costume. And he even looks younger and cuter, doesn’t he? (I know of a few female friends who actually have a crush on the Bee! Unbee-lievable!)
I guess you can say Jollibee is successful at 30. Can I say the same thing about Jolly Me? Hmmm.
Anyway. Today I start a 30-post marathon that will culminate on my birthday. This means I will blog every day for thirty days. I haven’t decided on any theme yet, but I’m guessing I will be writing mostly about being 30 (and still single! Waaah!) This is a serious challenge for a delinquent, flash-in-the-pan writer like myself, so I beg your indulgence. I doubt I can churn out anything particularly interesting under pressure, but we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?
One down. Twenty-nine to go…. so fast, like the years of my life.