Peony, OK, I am happy then (see Pansy smiling). But you didn’t say anything about being Russian…j/k, j/k, nothing against being Russian at all.
Turning 30
This past Feast of St. Nicholas I had the priviledge of turning 30 for the first and last time of my life. I am kind of wigged because I feel so old. I do not feel old chronologically, on the contrary I still feel quite young. But that is what bugs me. I mean I feel like I am too old to enjoy some of the things I do like my little sci fi and pop culture perks-I am way to old to get things like Scooby Doo checks even though this is what my heart desires. Not to worry people, blue safety all the way. Another example: about a year and a half ago, I said to my oldest teenage brother something was “off the hook” and he stopped and said I was too old to say that. Yikes! I took it with a grain of salt because he is a nerd anyway.
This is all so weird because my husband and I got married nearly a decade ago and have been parents since. I have spent my entire 20’s wondering when I am going to officially feel “grown up” even though I was married with adult repsonsibilities.
To be honest, something magical did happen when I hit the big three-O. In my twenties, people always felt the need to offer some type of criticism for the choices I made (they still do and always will-human nature). I took these observations very personally and second guessed everything I did. Now I am quite content to say, “nope, I don’t agree”-well, maybe not to their faces, but in my head. I guess being able to say that to their faces will happen when I turn 40?