So, as I write this, I’m watching The Age of Adaline (no judgement please). If you haven’t seen it, it is about this woman who doesn’t age and has been alive for over 100 years. Sounds amazing right? I really don’t get it, but the fact that she is basically ageless is proving quite fitting for this post that I have been inadvertently working on since turning 30 this year.
Transitioning from my 20s into my 30s has meant that a lot of things immediately changed. Some were good and others…not so much. In a lot of ways it was like a switch went off, which I had been prepped for but wasn’t really expecting. I guess I assumed what I assumed every birthday prior, that I’d be the same person, just a year older. In a way, that was true. I don’t think much about me has changed, rather the way I see things around me has.
I’m basically straddling the line between clinging to my youth and accepting being old AF. Both are oddly appealing.
Some GOOD things
What is skinny? I care more about being healthy. Actually healthy. I look at the ingredients on things instead of the calories (what?) It’s a thing. That doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy the occasional donut or basket of french fries, or that the way I eat is the embodiment of health. But the way I care about what I eat has definitely shifted.
Travel is suddenly a priority. I used to be terrified to fly, and it still isn’t my favorite thing to do. But now that I’m older, I’m much more willing to take the trip if it means seeing something I haven’t before. Nate and I are actually in the midst of planning a trip to Arizona. One that will require flying, but I cannot wait for the amazing things we’ll see.
I’m in charge of cat children and it’s pretty cool. I actually take care of other lives and so far, things are going well. They follow me everywhere and meow constantly while I’m cooking. I’d like to think they love me, but I’m pretty sure cats are incapable of love. I laugh at these stupid things 10 times a day.
Grocery shopping has become a weekly ritual of excitement. I seriously LOVE it. I definitely don’t love the crowds or battling the other cars over spaces in the teeny tiny Trader Joe’s parking lot. But for whatever reason, finding a new pesto sauce or a TJ’s packaged appetizer can be quite the thrill.
I live with a boy. Turns out it’s not so bad. He’s pretty messy, but he makes the bed and takes out the trash, so its a give and take situation.
Some not so much things
Hangovers are suddenly a life or death situation. I remember when I was younger and would just get a slight headache after a night of drinking. Now the whole world seems off kilter and the only way to feel better is to sleep and do everything from the comfort of bed.
I don’t go out anymore and I actually don’t want to go out anymore. Every weekend I initiate a mental battle/discussion that consists of, “Well, I could go out, or I could make an amazing dinner and watch some stupid movie on Netflix.” The latter usually wins. Now if only there was a use for the knowledge I’ve accumulated from watching all those dumb movies.
I go to sleep before 10 pm pretty much every night. This may be because I wake up around 6 am most mornings. Either way, both prove I’m turning into an old person.
I don’t wear dresses. Dresses are kind of the worst. I remember when that was all I wore. Now when I put one on, it feels like overkill. It’s not that I don’t care about looking nice anymore, but it is funny that when I do get more dressed up, it usually prompts “someone” to ask why I don’t do it more often. Because, mom, it requires just a tad bit more effort than I care to give!
People feel the need to ask me when I’ll get married or when I’ll have kids. It’s like as soon as you turn 30 and if you’re not married or having children, that should be on the agenda. This is always a bit of an awkward conversation. I’ve never felt like marriage and children were something that I strived for. I know both will most likely happen, but they have never been the things I placed at the focal point of my life. You can keep asking, but until it happens my answer will always be the same, “I don’t know.”
I could probably go on and on about the things I learned after turning 30. And, there are probably…no positively, more things I’ll accumulate. There is without a doubt a ton of things to appreciate and relish about being young, but I don’t know…as I get older, I’m finding out that seeing things through this new lens is pretty cool. I don’t wish I could go back or anything like that. I only speculate what is ahead and how it will shape me. Now, I wonder if I’ll feel the same when I turn 40…