'17 Again', the movie poster announces and I laugh at the timing. 38's around the corner and 17 looks pretty tempting! Having suffered from a chronic Peter Pan syndrome all my life, birthdays post 30 have pretty much been occupied with tearing of hair and gnashing of teeth, although I've had to take it down a notch recently – somehow replacing crowns and caps just isn’t that much fun anymore. Okay, I'm gone take it on the chin(s) – time to take stock and see how bad the situation is. Granted, I'm not queen of the world as per my plan at age 6, but, I do have my own little world in which I am loved and adored, short temper, flabby arms and all. Okay, not a bad start. I don’t have the adrenalin pumping excitement of being on the race track (horse/bike/car – anything was fine at 10) but I do have heart stopping moments, albeit when watching little baby steps being taken for the first time, or the first word being spoken by my daughters, not to mention their first g
hey beenz,..got no beans to spill,..waiting to be riveted,.. ha ha,.. looks like we've started a little circle here,.. good luck.
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