Wow ... that was harder to type than I realized (and not just because I have sub par typing skills).
I never really cared much about getting older. Age is just a number, you're only as old as you feel, like a fine wine ... all those cliches. I had no problem turning 30, or 31 or well, you get the idea. I really didn't have a problem turning 35 either. Truth be told I really don't have any problem turning 36. It's just now I am starting to feel like I am 36, or at least not 26 anymore. And as my friend Megan so delightfully told me - we're closer to 40 then 30. Yikes!
I'm not so naive that I don't know that when you get older things start to change. But I never really noticed they were changing until this past year. Something about turning 35 made my body go "Hold on, wait a minute, we're how old now? 35? Mid 30s? OK, Sarah get ready!"
Stupid body was so subtle about it I didn't even notice it at first. For instance my inability to eat sugary foods or drink soda (I know I'm from Michigan, but I call it soda, not pop - get over it!). Now I know these things are not good for me so this really shouldn't be a big deal. But it's not even like I got to make the choice to cut these things out of my diet to be healthy. My body went "OK, go ahead and drink that Diet Coke, but you are going to feel like poo in about 30 minutes so you'd better enjoy it!" And me, being the quick one that I am, didn't put two and two together for a few months. Now if I want Diet Coke I have to cut it with some rum. Sigh, the sacrifices we make as we age ...
Wrinkles or "laugh lines" as we ladies call them are starting to crop up. Oh joy. Now I need to spend copious amounts of money on creams and serums to "reduce to look of aging." Let's call it what it really is shall we? Caulk for your face.
Thirty-something-year-old skin is definitely not what it used be. Now when I walk into the corner of our dining room table or the foot board of my bed I get a big ole bruise. Of course I don't notice it for three or four days and when I do I can never quite remember where it came from.
Still, all in all, my 30s have been the best decade of my life so far. There is something comforting about your 30s. You are not in a hurry to grow up like you were in your teens. You are not trying to prove your not a kid like in your 20s. It's a good age to me. Bruises, wrinkles and all.
And from what my husbands tell me, your 40s aren't so bad either!
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Me in Kindergarten and me today at age, gulp 36
