I dug out my old journal this morning and found the entry entitled "I'm Nearly 30 " , sat down on the bed and read it with a certain smile at the corner of my mouth and a shake of the head at some of the things I wrote ! Moaning on about the state of my hair and the appearance of my skin, so self centered ! Certainly now , years on, I could write a whole new entry and moan about the appearance of more grey hair , wrinkly skin , the prices of food , of living of everything ! how music and fashion and the economy have taken a downwards turn into an abyss of dissaponting nothingness..but I won't because we all know that stuff. What I HAVE learnt in those 8 years is that despite all these moans there is always the potential for change , that you can be who you want to be , live how you want to live, wear what you want to wear , listen to as much Joni Mitchell as you like, sure it's hard work to be the person that you have always wanted to be . Childhood experiences and interactions can make you extremely vulnerable at times and a need to fit in with others so that you aren't left alone , but slowly , surely out of that old you you can emerge a newer , older , braver (yes I said it , braver ) wiser you , it can be done ... I know it can xx