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So it is. I am turning 38. During my master degree back in 2002-2004, I saw people at this age as somewhat old and mature. Sure I can accept to be a 38. Thou in many cases, people sees me as 20 something *cough*. Being mature is another thing. You can be 20s and mature. Maturity, for me, is a moment where you know your limitation and strength and can make the best out of it. You are solid enough to stand and face the good, the bad and the ugly in life. Past year has been a wake up call for me to learn accepting my new condition. As a mother of a toddler, a wife and business partner and a daughter with responsibility for family business, I need to measure my energy and time very well. Yes, I always want to be part of any positive social movement, as what I used to do. And yes, I still have troubled feeling toward extensive greed of my hometown development. My 37 can be seen as a failure. Failing to finalize many social works and commercial projects. It is a big slap on my