It got me thinking about aging and how freeing it must be to be 90 years old and not have to give a shit anymore. Then again, when I was 13 I decided that as soon as I was done high school, I would shave my head of its wretched frizzy brown mess. The idea was that it might magically grow back in straight and maybe even blonde!
And of course I wouldn't mind being bald for awhile, since I'd be all old and everything once high school was done. Strangely when the time came, I found that voluntarily balding myself just didn't seem right and I decided to push it off for another decade. Or five.
So maybe I'll still be dolling myself up in the nursing home. But the pressure will be off, I think.
I've got plenty of time before I hit the nursing home, but guys don't holler at me when I walk down the street anymore. This is not a bad thing. Everyone talks about the pleasures of youth but what about pre-middle age? I'd like to take a moment to extol the joys of being in my 30s.
1) That phrase "will this matter in five years?" really works. I'm much more confident in my ability to handle minor irritations and larger setbacks, because experience has shown me that I can and will cope.
2) I wasn't born into a rich family, so I'm still paying off my student line of credit. But there's a heckuva lot more left over than there used to be. When I watch S. playing in the grass in the backyard or come around the corner and see our house on its little court, I know that all my hard work when I was younger paid off.
In my twenties, I worked like a dog and studied every free moment for my professional exams, only to be awakened every night by drunken losers screaming and puking in our townhouse complex parking lot. All I hear at night now are the crickets chirping in the marsh behind our house as I drift peacefully toward dreamland.
3) I've reached a point in my career where there's lots to learn and look forward too, but I'm no longer on the bottom rung of the corporate ladder. I'm putting my education to work and feel like I'm actually contributing something of value to my company every day. Work increasingly brings me a feeling of accomplishment that was elusive earlier in my career.
4) On the few occasions I go out dancing, I can flail about with happy abandon and not be subjected to some random loser sneaking up behind me and rubbing his erection on my leg. It is a huge mystery to me why any male would think this is an effective pickup strategy. Fortunately I don't have to worry about it anymore.
6) My life is finally in balance and I feel reasonably competent in all areas of it (except the disordered eating area, but maybe that's not the best place to excel). I enjoy exercising skills I've mastered, whether it's preparing financial statement disclosure, dancing in a zumba class or comforting S. when she's crying. I'm pretty curious and I'm always getting into new hobbies, but I like not being a permanent rookie anymore.
What do you love about your decade?