Another year gone by

Another year gone by, a few aches and groans added along with a few greys and some more laugh lines. I realize that with the passing years, I have found this ability to laugh more. Nothing is that important or embarassing anymore. Everyone is like me or perhaps I am like all the others. I sleep, eat, think, goof up, cry, laugh and just about do everything else that most people do. Whether it is my spouse, my kids, my parents,my boss,it's the same. Everyone is just another human being playing this game of self importance. In our little insignificant lives, we go about as though every thought, every decision, every spoken word is a critical link. And in the bargain, just add to some misery when things don't go our way.
I figure it is easier to keep things simple.
Complete 31 years of my life and I still feel like me, the thoughts that zip around in my head are not too very different form those that zipped aorund 10 years ago. The only change is that I don't waste too much time thinking about how others will perceive me if they found out all I was thinking.
I know of four other people who share the sane birth day and we couldn't be more different.
And to think we all come from the same source...
I used to hate my birthdays when I was younger, those days I didn't like myself too much. In fact I loathed myself, was ridden with self doubts, had a huge gaping hole in place of self esteem and generally hated pretty much everything about me.It's bee a far cry from those days to today when I am quite happy with who I am. I know there are tons of thing in me that are not perfect but that's fine. hakuna Matata. been watching Lion King lately (courtesy a young kid who loves animal movies, songs and rhymes) and I think it is a fabulous story for practically everybody. It's a movie that never fails to get my peppy.
Wonder what my thoughts would be when I turn 40.
If this blog exists till then, it would be interesting to see how life would have panned out.
I would have never imagined that I would be who I am, where I am.
I never in my wildest thoughts had any picture of a domestic life and funnily enough, I quite enjoy it today. I like doing the laundry, the cleaning and sorting out bills. I hate cooking though. Perhaps it's too late to even begin considering trying it out as a new challenge. I just don't like the pressure of having to churn out something delicious everytime I cook. And personally, I don't think I fancy eating that much. The problem is I have a husband and kid who love food, in fact they live to eat.