Turning thirty deserves a blog. Not that I've put any thoughts together before now but it just feels like it won't have happened if I don't acknowledge it.
It has been surprisingly…hard. I never thought I'd be the girl that clings to 29 but it has only been twenty-four hours and I miss it. It was safe back there in the twenties. Life was still mine to play with and unfinished goals were not such a big deal. There was always time to get around to dropping the extra pounds and being the skinny mom you couldn't believe had given birth to two kids. Old people still look like old people and you forget you don't look like the young ones. Youth is flexible and forgiving. Grandpa says, "Nothing feels as good as young."
20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29. The twenties prance off your tongue.
Then the weight of 30 is thrown at you. It is this decade in the middle of the dreaded 40's and the nostalgic 20's. Not much attention goes to the thirty something group. This is the span notorious for figuring out you aren't actually who you think you are. Or if you have no idea who you are, you start to get a clue. I liked 20-29 year old Trish. I've been told by many I've joined a club and that this is the decade to enjoy. Meet me back here in 10 years and I'll tell you if they were yanking my chain.
It has been surprisingly…hard. I never thought I'd be the girl that clings to 29 but it has only been twenty-four hours and I miss it. It was safe back there in the twenties. Life was still mine to play with and unfinished goals were not such a big deal. There was always time to get around to dropping the extra pounds and being the skinny mom you couldn't believe had given birth to two kids. Old people still look like old people and you forget you don't look like the young ones. Youth is flexible and forgiving. Grandpa says, "Nothing feels as good as young."
20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29. The twenties prance off your tongue.
Then the weight of 30 is thrown at you. It is this decade in the middle of the dreaded 40's and the nostalgic 20's. Not much attention goes to the thirty something group. This is the span notorious for figuring out you aren't actually who you think you are. Or if you have no idea who you are, you start to get a clue. I liked 20-29 year old Trish. I've been told by many I've joined a club and that this is the decade to enjoy. Meet me back here in 10 years and I'll tell you if they were yanking my chain.
3 comments:
I think I was OK with turning 30 last month until I read this. Now I'm kind of sad. Just kidding. :) I was actually traveling on my birthday and didn't even get a cake, so it kind of feels like it didn't really happen. Maybe it will register next year? :)
I find it crazy that we're in our 30's! It sure doesn't feel like it. Which is good, right? ;) Although I did sleep on my neck wrong a few months ago, and it too TWO months to heal. Sign of old age? Na! ;) Miss you Trishna, and hope your birthday was wonderful! Love ya!
you're bloggin again! Yay! I'm totally feeling the same on this one. I'm dreading turning 30. Anyway, on that note, happy late birthday!
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