On Turning Thirty-Two
Thirty-two doesn't seem like much of a milestone. I passed through it earlier this month in a haze of anxiety and exhaustion, frantically working to some deadlines, which have thankfully passed, though the tiredness remains. If not for people around me who were kind enough to celebrate the day for me, it would probably have gone unnoticed. I suppose there is something to be learnt from this... But in any case I am deeply thankful that there have always been people around me who cared enough to celebrate my life! Thirty-two seems an in-between stage. I am over the point of really being a 'youth' with the struggles and joys of youth - discovering my identity; the boundless sense of possibility; the restless, persistent questioning about the meaning of life and what I am to do with it; the righteous certainties and idealism about the way things should be. The questions are still there, of course... But having grown a little in experience and having made some commitments