Yes, I know I haven't been diligent in blogging. Considering my profession, the last thing I want to do after office hours is write. But I guess tonight I feel a little different. A bit thoughtful, pensive maybe, but mostly sentimental.
Met up with the beloved Aunties tonight. It's been a long time since all four of us sat down for a meal together. We were at Giraffe, laughing and yakking as if we were still the silly JC kids from 7 years ago. Only now our conversation topics revolve around husbands, mothers-in-law, career, housing - and even kids. (I can't wait to spoil their newborns rotten!)
There was a time when I thought we were invincible, as if age would never catch up with our spirit. But lately, I've had doubts about that. Besides the first signs of fine lines, I'm starting to understand a little bit of how jadedness feels like. I don't rant as much (I think). I don't pick fights. I just give a little sigh and plod on, come what may. Perhaps, this is what they mean by "growing up" - learning to accept that we're not all-powerful, that being contented with what you have is really what's most important.
P/S I really miss my friends and the days we were drunk with youth.
