“If better is possible, good is not enough.”
–Unknown
There’s something about being thirty-something. Something wonderful, though not easy to describe. You are pretty much set up. Established, personally and professionally. You have found your foundation, and so you are founded. Gitu. No matter whether you are single, married or under the “DSBG” punyer classification.
You are somewhat a little toned-down. Laid back, running around no more. Analogically speaking, you are now the blue flame. Not too big, not too small. No smell, no smoke, no mess. Burning, and once in a while you feel like you are burning out too. No?
It was Be’s birthday yesterday. He turned thirty-something plus-plus. Hee hee. No XXL size of celebration or anything. Just dinner at mom’s since Bruce and Scott were coming down from Airdrie. It’s not like Be has time to have a birthday anyway – work is taking years out of that poor lo kong of mine.
The tough part of being thirty-something, by the way, is getting a birthday gift for another thirty-something. What do thirty-somethings need? What are their wants? At this stage, the one thing you never have enough of…is time. Hai meh? No time to have a hobby, no time to have some time away, no time to exercise, no time for anything anymore.
And I know, a 2-Fuseaux Horaires TIMEX can’t give him those extra hours he so much needs. But what’s there to give to a thirty-something? Something wonderful of course. So I have for the last nine and a half months. “The best you can give someone is not your time, but your energy.”
I need a break. Or something.
Questa è Enida 
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