7 Days of Sex
OMG I'm Almost 30
Tonight I was driving home from the little Italian place where we get takeout at least once a week (awesome I am, domestic I am not) when it hit me like Chris Brown (what, too soon?).
I'm exactly 6 months away from being 30. Hold me.
How can this have happened? I mean, I know how it happened obviously but seriously? I had plans people.
And by plans I mean a list. I had a 30 before 30 list. You know, 30 things you want to do before you turn 30. Except mine didn't have quite 30 things - I'm way too ADD to think of a full 30. I guess it was more of an 18 before 30 list but whatever.
I created this list a good year and a half ago now and I totally intended to publish it on the web so people would hold me accountable but um, I didn't get around to it.
Now that I think of it, I'm not sure it bodes well for me that I couldn't find time to finish or publish my list of the 30 things I wanted to do before I hit 30, much less actually do things on the list. And my list was full of things that were totally reasonable too - you know like taking a 2 week trip to Italy and meeting the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge (Kate and I would soooo be BFFs - and I'm sure that saying that publicly just ensured that I will never receive my invite from the Palace). I also wanted to learn how to play poker, see the floating lights at the Loi Krathong festival in Thailand and learn to drive a motorcycle.
See? Totally attainable.
I'm just not sure how I feel about this whole 30 thing. My 20s were a bit tumultous, to say the least, but I had fun. I came into my own, I found a job I'm passionate about, gave birth to my daughter, and found the man of my dreams. Huge bonus, the man of my dreams came with a 6 year-old son that I didn't have to give birth to. A perfect little family of 4 without totally wrecking my bikini body? Check, check, check.
So yeah, I'm not sure how my 30s can top my 20s but I suppose I'm willing to let them try - mostly because I have no choice. It's not just my birth certificate that shows me that I'm inching closer to 30 however - I'm at an age where saving for retirement doesn't sound comical and a night out partying with friends sounds like an awful idea (but I'm down if I can be back by 10 and don't have to pay for a babysitter). I think eating anything even remotely healthy sounds like a total jip, but I realize now that choosing the pasta dish is something I will pay for with an extra 3 days on the elliptical sweating like a pig - and I hate sweating so yay! Salad it is.
Where was I? Oh right. The bright side of 30.
I don't know - is there a bright side of 30? So far I'm not convinced.