#31WriteNow: Easy Like Sunday Evening

Hello Guys — So my plan was to do a spur of the moment posting for today, and I’m just now sitting down at the computer for some writing time.

I’ve realized that becoming an adult is difficult at best.  Where I used to have so much time to do everything, now I feel as if I spend quite a bit of time trying to figure out where the time went.  My body — abet 350+lbs used to do amazing things.  Yet this much thinner and older body has had a back ache (the kind that keeps you walking hunched over, popping Advil, and sitting on heating pads (or a heated blanket at the moment) for the past two days.   Where I used to be able to stay up all night, now I struggle to stay awake at like 10-10:30 but force myself rather than admit age-based defeat.  My tolerance for crap is much lower, my love of a good red wine and dinner around 7-8pm higher.

Even as I write this the dear fiancé popped his head into my office to advise me to go pre-game the heating pad that is already waiting for my presence on the couch while he makes us a night cap.  I told him that to go do that, I’d have to get up off the heated blanket.  He laughed and went to go make drinks.

 

I’m not sure about the rest of you all — but there is something about turning 30 that rocks your world.  No not necessarily in a bad way — but it is the time when you realize who you really are, and what you really want.  I am not the go out and party, drink all night kind of woman that I pretended to be in law school.  Although I know how to twerk, that does not mean I’m going to do it at the club — because that would be the ONE photo someone would have of me that would surface during a future political campaign (*musical intro* She’s got her hands up on her knees, ‘bows on her thighs’* [insert photo of twerk-tastic me] Is THIS who you want on your City Council?).   I prefer Tabots, Coach, Cole Hann, and Ann Taylor over the latest trends (minus the fatkini — more on that later).   And sometimes when the folks around you aren’t like that — it’s hard to come to terms with that.

Yet when I think about it — my real friends ARE those kinds of grown ups.  The kind that get married (or at least have a very live in partner), like to hang out at home, drink good wines and quality beers when they can finally afford them, go to dinner at a reasonable hour, have kids (or babysit their friends kids), and enjoy life with as much joie de vivre as those 30-somethings who are skydiving, pounding drinks, and still working their freakum dresses on a weekly basis (even us Talbot’s early dinner 30somethings have their freakum dresse(s); don’t play!).  I think a part of growing up is learning that you can’t be everything to everyone, and that sometimes you will feel left out because it’s not where you belong anymore.  Just a moment of introspection…..

Now if you excuse me — I’ve got a frosty margarita, a DVR-ed episode of Duck Dynasty, and a pre-warmed heating pad waiting on me.

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