Looming 33

This year, I turn 33 years old. And for some unexplained reason, the connotations are not as pleasant as in years past. I finally feel like I am really a full-blown adult. And I am, but now I feel it. I feel the perception. I am seen for what I am. A mother. A career woman. An adult. Holy shit!!! I better get to doing something important in my life!!!