ocg's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 7 before 30: part 1 Seven Lessons Before 30 So I turn 30 on Tuesday the 25th, and I thought that instead of putting up a wish list (because travel and more travel do not make a linky-riffic entry, and the material things I really want I will someday have) (because I always get what I want eventually) (and, unbeknownst to me until recently, I am pretty happy with the things I have), I would share instead things I learn each day. Not only will this help with my goal of posting on a more frequent basis, it will help me remember the lessons of my quickly fading youth. Pfft! I am having a hard time with this 30 thing, and I never thought I'd be "that girl", you know, the one that can't age gracefully, or whines about getting older, or throws herself into a funk over it. I really am looking forward to the next chapter of my life, really, it's just the fucking label that bugs me so much, I think. I've done my re-evaluating already, my pseudo-planning for the next phase, so it's not so much the aging as what "being 30 means"- or, at least, what I've been told and socialized about what "being 30 means". To that I say: Suck it. I'm going to be the 30 year old that can have her friends-with-children over and be able to pull out her own personal stash of play doh and make awesome little snails and snakes and butterflies with a four year old that is just in awe over them, and so what if a little gets in the carpet! I'm going to be the 30 year old that gets excited to get new board and video games for Christmas, and the dishes can wait! I'm going to be the 30 year old that gets the crayola red streaks in her hair, because, DAMMIT!, they match the shoes and how sweet is that!?! I'm going to be the 30 year old that still giggles at farts and watches cartoons and tells dirty jokes and gets mad celebrity boyfriend crushes and loves bad movies and hates the dentist and wants her mom when she’s sick and thinks her husband is totally the best guy ever and talks to and for her cats in personalized voices and is still awed that she can have Lucky Charms for dinner if she wants. And that, my preeties, is fine by me. Oh, and I should share my lesson-du-jour. Don’t Google odd phrases because it’s all you can remember of something important that you read, and try to find something on a blog that you frequent on a daily basis. Because that person that writes the blog? Can totally see that someone searched for it with the exact phrase you used in Google. Mortified. 11:28 p.m. - 2005-01-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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