They say it’s just a number
They say it’s only as old as you feel
But to me, I’m one of those that age is a big deal. And I can’t really tell you why. I can just tell you that I love being in my 20s. When someone asks me how old I am, I have loved saying “twenty--whatever."
And yes, I’ve gotten the full 10 years of being a 20-something that everyone else gets. I’ve had my fair share but I’m just not ready to be done.
And maybe a lot of it is the pressure we put on 30s. All of a sudden eggs become a big freaking deal. And I’m not talking the kind you scramble and poach. You’re supposed to have it together – financially, relationally, professionally. You’re too old now for short shorts and other fashion-wear that just two weeks ago was fine because “you’re in your 20s.” Carefree-ness is supposed to go out the window because people in their 30s only make thoughtful choices. Late nights in the bar are left in your 29th year because “we’re just too old for that now.” It’s movies and pizza on the couch for us 30-somethings now. And the adjective “young” is no longer attached to you.
Maybe it’s that….those stigmas.
Maybe it’s because the only people that tell me 30s are great are getting married and having kids and well, that’s not my reality either.
But I mean, here it comes, right. The terrifying inevitable flip of the calendar page. The time stamp that indicates you are now a year older. Something we used to look so forward to as a kid. "I'm 5....a WHOLE Hand old!" "Sixteen....license, dating, boys." "20 - finally no more teenage years and teenybopper jokes." 21...Bring on the shots."
And then there it is....30. What's good about 30? It's got no cool rights of passage associated with it all.
The thing about blogging I've learned is that it's like a story. There's typically an intro, a build-up and then a nice ending. And I tried my darndest with this post but it just kind of sat there. The cursor blinking....waiting.....
I researched article after article about all the positives of being 30. But really, none of them produced that "aha moment" for me. The best advice I read was to just live your whole life like you're 20 but, really....if I'm still wearing booty shorts at 60 and wearing flash tats like they're real bracelets, someone please address that. Because that is not ok.
So no pretty ending to this blog post. But, sometimes that's just life. And this little space is where we share life sometimes....the happy, the bad, the straight up scary.