Magic markers

I had a pretty awesome birthday, as birthdays go. Firstly, card anxiety was totally unfounded. They bought me a card, even though birthday angel was away on holiday. A bunch of mostly boys somehow managed organise themselves to get me a card without me knowing about it. I am impressed.

Secondly I got some awesome presents. I got kokis! I am so frigging excited about my kokis. My boss asked me what I got for my birthday, and I told him markers, cos you can't say kokis here cos no one will know what you are on about, and he was like "WHAT? Markers? But Po, you can get markers from stores for free (we have a stores where we can get stationary, as well as assorted chemicals, enzymes and other things that Biologists get very excited about).

Haha, yes, but these are special magical markers. These are the ones that professional illustrators and graphic artists use. I cannot draw to save my life and have no idea how to use these things but I thought it would be fun to play around with them. I guess anyone who is a professional and knows how to use them properly is cringeing right now at the thought of some nutcase like me massacring such expensive equipment. Oh well. Kokis!

Then BFG and I went to the park and ate pizza and it was an amazingly warm and beautiful day and I was so frigging happy that I could walk around without a jersey. Aahhhhhhh.

Apart from all that, turning 29 is a bit of a downer. What an awkward age. I feel like seeing as it is the last year of my 20's I should be in some kind of frenzy to squeeze every last drop from my days before I turn all old and mature. 30. EEEEEEK. Don't mention that number to me.

Of course I am in a total non-frenzy. No frenzy here at all. I am all frenning with no Z.

When I was at school our teachers truly made us believe that we could be anything we wanted to be. We could achieve whatever we set our minds to blah blah. To be honest at age 29 I don't think I have achieved much at all.

Careerwise - well I don't have one. My kind of job has very little future progression. I don't know why or how I ended up in a field that I find ok but don't love, but there it is. As far as jobs go I am so so lucky; my job is about as good as I could want it to be for what it is, and my boss is really nice and easy to work for.

But I don't think I could go back to my school teachers and say, look at me, see how far I have come.

Maybe this should upset me, but it doesn't really. At least right now I have a job, one that I don't mind doing. I earn enough money to go traveling, and buy chocolate digestives and books, lots of books. That is something.

I was born to be a drifter, and am too laid back to be an overachiever. Life is just life you know, I just take it as it comes.

But I will say that at age 29 I don't have much to show for myself. I haven't exactly contributed to the betterment of the world.


And that is just that.

Gonna go play with my kokis now.