Friday, February 15, 2013

Half a Year Into 30: A Review



Never did mention this, but back in August, I turned the big 3-0.  It was fun.  Hubs and brother-in-law were in cahoots and threw a wonderful surprise get together for me and my friends.  We ate SO much and laughed SO much and enjoyed ourselves.

Thirty started with a full belly and full heart, a good thing.

Since then, thirty has been really good to me.  But as the photo mentioned, I now officially share some differences with 20 year-olds that I can only say comes from our 10 year age difference.

1.  Bedtime.  I must go to sleep by 9:30 on weekdays. Must do it.  Twenty year old me thought it normal to stay up late, even for no good reason.

2.  Wake up time.  I no longer cry at the thought of waking up at 5:15 every day, even on the weekends.  It's my life.  Sleeping in time is done. (When I was in college, I had an 8am class, for which I had to wake up at 6:30 to get to.  I literally cried at the thought of it.)

3.  Diet and exercise.  Now that I'm 30 and have born a child, I can no longer stuff anything into my mouth and not reap any consequences.  Used to, I'd run an extra mile or so and be fine.  Now, thirty has me watching what I eat and running and still not shedding pounds like I used to.  Oh well.

4.  Being clumsy.  Turning 30 didn't magically change me into a coordinated person, but it did make those clumsy slips much more painful.  I took note of this last week when I slipped on my keys and jarred my back.  Twenty year old me would have brushed it off as nothing, but thirty year old me was paying for it the next day.

5.  Hair dye.  I must dye my hair every four months or show off some terrific grey roots.  I am pretty sure that if I left my hair alone, I would be completed silver haired by forty.  Not ready to embrace that, not yet.

6.  Fun.  It's easier to have fun now that I'm thirty.  I care less about what people think and I'm getting back to having a great time.  It's awesome.  I've taken up running obstacle races and LOVE them and I don't think I would've done something like that as a 20 year old.

7.  Love.  My life is filled with so much love, thanks to my awesome husband and darling son, my family and friends.  My twenty year old self had love in her life, but was also fighting some demons that took the form of an evil stepmother (luckily now completely out of the picture).

Yes, thirty has been good to me.  I am excited to see what the next six months bring, what the next decade brings.  Mostly, I'm excited to share it with my Matt, who saw me through all my twenties and who will see me through all the decades to come.


1 comment:

Christa aka The BabbyMama said...

More power to you on the wake up time, but I tried an early a.m. job once upon a time and I did shed tears! Still did it, though. Blog more blog more blog more! I miss you!

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