Sunday, March 4, 2012
2 years ago, I had to come up with a handle for this blog and I thought of 28-ish almost as a way to freeze time and be forever 28. But as time passed the 28-ish notion became 28-ish-less in that monotonic sense of more than 28-ish rather than less than 28-ish. Albeit my 30th survival of the 3rd day of every 3rd month, today, I feel 10 times younger and healthier than I remember being 10 years ago. Is it the big city distraction, the Parisian charm, the post light-at-the-end-of-the-(super-long)-tunnel checkpoint, the post doctoral stability promising and convincing effect, the fear to admit that one is growing old by wishful thinking and youthful entourage ...?