"Days Go By..."

I'm not talking about art deco, le femme fatale in pantsuits and hats, the jazz age, prohibition, color and sound in films, the flapper gal-which I never was, vaudeville, literary creativity, speakeasies, babe ruth, jack dempsey, fox-trot, tango and charleston, hemingway...

More like the industrialization and crazy years of Me, and all that, too.  I'm talking about my 20's which I can now speak of as I've survived my own black tuesday, great depression and more. I'm 30 now, and moving into my better years. My 20's were roaring and gorgeous. Full of discovery (the spice of life), my own break with tradition. Life has kept moving on, and I've been surprised where it's taken me. I learned so many lessons, mainly about my own resiliency, my friendships, what I want in a man, why I love my family, who I am-knowing what I mean when I say I want to be true to myself... I learned the hard way! The fun way. Eh? I think my 30's will be wonderful. I have more of a grip on what I appreciate in life, and I can let that lead me.

That's not to say arduous times are no more. That's not to say there is no more spice and discovery. Only, I have greater clarity on the impetus of me. There are still plenty of fun and games left. It's a brave new world, and I'm living right in it. My life. Lots of love, peace, and laughter ahead...

A jukebox from the 50's rolls out...

"And here 'another rarity. According to the archives, this was called an IPOD; It stores classical music from humanity's greatest composers. Play on!"  (~Casandra O'Brian, Doctor Who (2005), Season 1: The End of the World)

Alien man presses button, chooses song, and Soft Cell's 'Tainted Love' rings out.