Happy Birthday to me

Today, I turn 26. I was going to say 21, but then I realized I don't mind being 26. Not anymore. Actually, now that I think about it, I don't mind being 30 either. Or 40.

Nowadays, we fear getting older, younger. I remember being so envious of 21y.o. girls when I was 23. I almost fainted when I first discovered neck wrinkles at 23. the Thanks to the "fear-of-age" marketting, we salute youth. Age seems to be merely something we have to resist and triumph over. Thus the multi billion business of anti-ageing products.

The good thing about being an architect, is that a 40y.o. architect is a "young architect". It doesn't matter if I am becoming an old woman. I am becoming a young architect. How cool is that.