thirty is flirty. (not)

Friday, May 6, 2016

I'm feeling old. And reflective. And emotional. But mostly just reflective.

Why? Because I'm 30. 

Yep. It's hard for me to swallow too. I mean, I still get those looks like "Aww naw, you can't be no older than 14; 16 at the most."

And I still get stopped at least 12 times to have my ID checked when we go to a casino.

And don't even get me started about me looking too young to have a kiddo...

So, of course, my mind just cannot wrap around how in the world I've gotten so old, so fast.

(I know 30 is not old in the grand scheme of things, but it feels a whole heck of-a lot older than 29. So, knowing that I'm aware of that, let's precede with this old lady's thoughts...)

And, I mean, I still have nightmares about high school. 

You know the ones - you're late a final, but you make it somehow...only to find out that you cannot even understand the questions on the test. I mean, they're total jibberish. Then you remember that if you fail this one test, you can't graduate. So, basically, your gonna be stuck in high school forever. 

And a nightmare like that couldn't happen to someone who's 30, right? 

Wrong! It can. And it does. All.Of.The.Time.

So, back to my birthday...

I was up in the middle of the night, thinking about what the day would bring. You know, because the first day in my 30's would have to be different than the last in my 20's. And that made me a little ill.

I kept thinking about my journey and how I got here. I mean, I'm okay with this new year I've added. (Kinda.) And I'm sure age is like a fine wine - the older you are, the more...well...fine...Right?

Plus, the 30's are where it's at. It's the cool age. 

No? See, that's what I'm feelin' too. 

I actually told a friend that 30 is not the new black - it's the new grey. Because, as luck would have it, 30 has ushered in a wave of grey hairs. And not just a few - a whole tuft of greys; right in the back of my head. And that's just the cherry on top of this ol' cake I'm already chokin' down. 

But before I just throw in the towel and embrace the fact that life as I know it is over and it's all downhill from here, I'm trying to think of all of the good things that elderly life will bring (because there has to be a couple, right?)...

The first difference I should tell you about is my musical taste. Just a few weeks ago, I was happily driving with my windows down, not a care in the world, listening to Taylor Swift. Now, I prefer to clean my kitchen to the sounds of instrumental folk or Cat Stevens, stopping every few minutes to sip my warm, aged Earl Grey tea.



See?! Old lady behavior. It came outta nowhere and slapped me right in the face.

And with every day, I've been taking more and more notes (which is totally not like me), so I can know what I've been up to and keep my thoughts straight.

I know life's just begun and it's gonna be great and all, but sometimes it all seems so fleeting.

One day I'll be truly grey and laugh at myself for being young and dramatic. But today I'm devastated.

Okay... maybe not devastated. But definitely a tad bit uneasy about the whole thing... ;)

So, on that note, let's all raise our Earl Greys to this new decade, watch a little of The Lawrence Welk Show, and take a good, long nap! 

2 comments:

  1. This story cracked me up! Have you ever thought about writing short stories? I loved it. I was hanging on every word wondering what you were going to say next. I'm a ripe old age of 43 (hee hee) and i remember the feeling of turning 30. Those feelings came flooding back as I read your post. Wow, what a reminder. LOL. I've learned over the last 13 years is the best is yet to come! So, dont fret... pull your semi-gray hair back into a bun, pull up your big-girl (ganny) panties, crank up the Cat Steven, pour yourself an extra tall cup of tea and enjoy what blessings God has for you next! It's well deserved! Happy late birthday!
    P.s. we'll be looking forward to next
    year's blueberry harvest. Have a wonderful summer.
    Tami Ridenour

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  2. This story cracked me up! Have you ever thought about writing short stories? I loved it. I was hanging on every word wondering what you were going to say next. I'm a ripe old age of 43 (hee hee) and i remember the feeling of turning 30. Those feelings came flooding back as I read your post. Wow, what a reminder. LOL. I've learned over the last 13 years is the best is yet to come! So, dont fret... pull your semi-gray hair back into a bun, pull up your big-girl (ganny) panties, crank up the Cat Steven, pour yourself an extra tall cup of tea and enjoy what blessings God has for you next! It's well deserved! Happy late birthday!
    P.s. we'll be looking forward to next
    year's blueberry harvest. Have a wonderful summer.
    Tami Ridenour

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