We all have our private visions of who we are. In my mind, I often think that I am still 28 years old with my ideas and ambitions. And then comes the moment when you stand in front of the mirror and ask yourself "Who are you?".  I don't look like 28 any more. Where has time gone. Feeling trapped in an older body and the vision of my younger self slowly disappears. 

But then I realize that the new ME is pretty badass too, and I like her. A reminder not to get myself locked in.