Bordeaux

My Birthday is May 20th and I am having mixed feelings about it. I am old enough to be happy about making it here, but young enough to feel sad about not being a "baby" anymore as my co-workers say. I'm at a point where I can honestly say I know what I want. In my career, in my love life and in my spiritual life. I remember being eighteen and not having a fuckkin clue. I'm glad to be aging. (I'm going to stop saying getting old). 

There is nothing more unbecoming than a woman that is not her age, maturity wise. Knowing when you're wrong and understanding why someone else can be right sometimes too...lol. Understanding your feelings and taking control of them comes with age as well as I am learning.  Being able to read people better , find out fake shit as soon as possible, you don't need that in your aging life. 

People who mean you no good but are around for personal gain, now if they fully disclose what they want to gain beforehand, that's different. The more I age the more honesty becomes like finding truffles in the forest. I respect honest people they make me feel like I'm not the only unicorn left. I seek these people out, I love them and they don't even know it. I have a special affinity for people who let you read their minds by telling you whats on it. 

I don't want to be the old broad in the club looking like I'm still bored with life at 40+ looking the fool. I want to be 40+ and looking like Angela Bassett or Sade, just the embodiment of grace and successful aging. I want to leave my smear on the glass of life as I am a full bodied glass of 1985 Bordeaux.

XOXO

Gold Bird