|29 years old, trying to pull off "wise & sophisticated"|
Ask me again next year and I may say that I am turning 29 again. I may be lying to you.
It's always been funny to me that people lie about their age or stress out about getting older. Don't get me wrong, I am not judging. Turning 'quarter century' seemed massive and facing 30 next year is down right terrifying.
I may get a few funny-but-really-just-angry-with-me style of responses to this. I realize that I am on the younger end of the spectrum of online blogging parents. But before you all get ragey and start rhyming off how I should stop griping, please remember you were here once too.
I want to be clear that on the whole, I have no problem getting older. I subscribe to the old philiosphy that age is so much more than a number. Although I have always been fairly mature for my age, I can certainly tap into my inner child and turn up the silly. Especially now that I am a mama.
But let's be honest, they just don't leave enough space on important forms for "Age: 29, but I feel like I'm 25!"
To feel young at heart is a wonderful thing and something that everyone should strive to maintain at least some of the time, but the truth of the matter is that we still get older. It's a plain and simple fact of life. One of those suck it up buttercup type things that we can't change.
I think for many people, the idea of having to embrace our age comes in stages. On my 27th birthday, it was the realization that I was officially "late 20s". Today, it is the realization that I am only "20-something" for one more year.
Honestly, I am ok with that. I know I will be able to walk into the next age bracket knowing I am a hard working, successful young women. A dedicated wife and adoring mama who is active and healthy. But I guarantee there will still be a little voice in the back of my head that says, "Holy shit. I'm in my 30s?!"
|Back when I could still call myself a toddler.|
Wow, look at those bangs!
I could get all deep about how the age anxiety is linked to a natural fear of our death or get into the variety of ways many people take drastic measures to slow down aging. But either of those discussions are far more than I want to get into.
I don't have time for that. I'm too busy living my life. Kicking-ass and taking names. Because I am 29 years old. Nearly 30. And completely awesome.
Ideally speaking, my hair will keep getting better with age.