This year passed probably faster than any other; I can't believe it's almost over. I worked like a dog and dressed like a rainbow. Another birthday is coming up, my godchild can walk on her own now and I see people I love getting older. I start wondering if they notice more lines in my face just as I spot lines on theirs. We are all kind people who tell each other that we still look so so very young, aren't we? But are we honest or just favourably closing our eyes?
Let's face it: We are no longer the young and cool ones. No reason to lie, the teenage songs of our generation are already written some time ago. I want to keep my eyes open day and night and not miss a second of my life.