So I’m turning thirty next month. You’re either thinking, “Wow, she’s so young” or “Wow, she’s super-old.” I’m going to take a rough stab at my readership and say you’re split about half and half.
Who cares, right? I like to think I don’t.
|90s sci-fi references probably don’t help|
But for someone who claims she doesn’t really care and embraces all stages of life, I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking and whining about age-related things.
Example: my back. Ever since my first pregnancy, I’ve had issues with it. After spending considerable time and energy lying around and begging for back rubs this week, I finally caved and went to a chiropractor. He basically said, “Welcome. I’ll be seeing you again. And again.” Now I don’t know that it’s age-related, but the fact that I can reflect on 15+ years of possible back-stressing events indicates that I am no longer at the height of my youth. It turns out that years of contact sports, a car accident and three pregnancies can mess you up a bit. Someone who is 20 just can’t relate (and probably has a better chance of recovering).
Here’s another observation: in the past, when I was “young,” everyone of importance had to be older. They just had to. But recently on Facebook I’ve been noticing all these friends and acquaintances who are all of sudden doctors and lawyers and have PhDs. Not to mention — since when are all the doctors and nurses I see younger than me??? Since when is my congressional representative my age? Since when are pro athletes my age considering retirement…or already retired? Since when are people my age established billionaires (like Mark Zuckerberg)? Since when are celebrities young enough that they don’t even remember things like 9/11???
Please note my current list of favorite things to do:
1. Watch old TV shows with Marc.
2. Go to baby showers.
3. Water my flowers.
Furthermore, since when do I rarely get carded? That used to be a compliment not to be carded…oh well. I only go out for drinks about once a year anyway.
Oh and one more thing. Since when do I have gray hairs? I yank those suckers out because I clearly don’t embrace my age.
I could go on. And on.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned while Googling things like “30 memes” and “aging,” it’s that many people, like myself, try really hard to have a sense of humor about it.
So I think I’ll survive. We’ve got a long way to go on this life thing, God-willing. Viva la thirty!
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