If you look into the dark long enough, there is always something there.
When women act younger than they actually are.
Seriously though. I’m in Starbucks right now, and there’s this table with two women in their late thirties. But they’re chatting with “like” and girlish giggles and smiles, and for some reason it isn’t bothering me. Actually, it’s inspiring. They’re having a semi-serious conversation but they aren’t moaning and groaning about work, kids, taxes, or husbands. Instead, they’re analyzing scenes from their favorite books and TV shows, bragging about their love lives, and exchanging Valentine’s Day gifts, and I’m intrigued. Maybe I’m in a weird mood because I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night and am drinking a super sugary white chocolate latte, or maybe it’s that I’m finding hope for later down the road- that even when I’m thirty-something like these women are, I’ll still love life and friends and chatting over Starbucks coffee.