My 30th birthday is approaching…
I didn’t think I was going to have a problem with it. When I would hear older friends talk about their dreaded day, they were more concerned with being single, not having children, & not owning a home…none of those issues worried me. But as August 1st continues to creep up on me, I’m starting to FREAK OUT A LITTLE BIT! It could be the fact thatÂ Marco reminds me EVERYDAY that I am getting older and the end is near!
But as I laid in bed this morning at 5:30am *even though I’ve switched shifts and could technically sleep until 11am, I still wake up like an old woman ready to go get the big breakfast from McDonalds*, my mind was racing. I really am getting old.
*As much as I love boy bands, AND I TOTALLY DO, when I see Justin Bieber or any member of One Direction, I think Awe they are so cute! In an I want to talk in a baby voice (the way people do to a puppy) and hug them! sort of way, Not an I WOULD TOTALLY MAKE OUT WITH THEM sort of way *and the majority of them are 20…but that is just not appealing to me anymore.
*I much prefer day drinking to night drinking. Who wants to stay out past midnight? Drinking that late means recovery will take the entire next day. And honestly…going to the “club” is just stupid. You can’t hear anyone talk and your ears are ringing for 24 hours because of the fist pumping EDM or whatever it’s called kind of music that’s playing. AND I DONT WANT ANYONE GRINDING UP ON ME THAT I DONT INVITE TO GRIND ON ME!
HOLY SHIT I’M OLD.
*I got a little bit of extra money on my paycheck 2 weeks ago. Exciting right? NOPE…I spent it on curtains and shelves…BECAUSE I WANTED TO! I didn’t run to Sephora and pick up new lipgloss or Urban Outfitters to pick up a great new outfit, I WENT TO TARGET AND BOUGHT HOME DECOR!
OH IT’S GETTING REAL…30 IS GETTING REAL!
*When I hear a song like Taylor Swift’s “22” I start going…OMG I CAN TOTALLY RELATE! Maybe not to all of it but the majority of it…then I hear the parody titled “32”. Just listen to it. I’m not even going to say anything more about it.
IT ALL MAKES SENSE!
Why can’t I go back to the good ole days? The days when dancing on poles and on bars, doing shots of rail vodka with a lemon (pretending it was delicious), and making out with 9 fellas in one night was acceptable! I miss that girl. If I tried to do that today I’d end up in a hospital, in jail, or dead.
Guess it’s time to start signing up for knitting classes and finding the best place for an early bird special.