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Happy Birthday to Me

Today is my birthday. I am now entering the last year of my twenties, or, as my mother likes to point out, my 30th year.

I found this astrology report was sent to me free from www.birthdayalarm.com.

It explains a lot...and is a bit eerie how accurate it is:

Section 1: The Inner You: Your Real MotivationYou are, in many ways, an eternal child. Your mind is bright, alert, curious, flexible, playful, and always eager for new experiences - and your attention span is often quite brief. You grasp ideas quickly and once your initial curiosity has been satisfied, you want to go on to something else. You crave frequent change, variety, meeting new situations and people.

Section 2: Mental Interests and AbilitiesYour mind operates in a very deliberate and methodical manner and you dislike being rushed or forced to give an opinion before you have thoroughly ruminated and digested an idea. You are also difficult to influence once your mind is made up.

So I'm pretty much a stubborn dreamer who likes to make my own decisions and never wants to grow up.

Fitting that I'm closing in on the decade that is supposidly "the new 20s".

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