30 Denial
Tuesday, November 16, 2010So my NaBloPoMo goal has fallen by the wayside. Things went off the rails on Saturday, which was the day of my cousin's wedding, and performing my bridesmaidly duties trumped the ol' blog. Then Sunday I was suffering through one of the worst hangovers of my life. Annnd since I'd already missed a day, it didn't seem like such a big deal to miss two. Yesterday I was just straight busy. And there you have it - three days sans postage. Womp-wommmp.
In case you're wondering what I've been up to, it's pretty easy to sum up: I've been reverting back to my childhood.
-I bought Barbie pyjamas. Adult-sized, pink-and-black Barbie pyjamas. I wore them all weekend long, with the exception of the wedding.
-I have been choosing chocolate milk in lieu of booze. (No, I'm not pregnant)
-I'm counting down the days until Christmas. 38, in case you're wondering.
-I've been watching shows like Hellcats and Degrassi on purpose.
Confession time: I'm turning 30 in less than six months. Thirty. WTFaaack? Where the hell did that come from? I don't feel 30. I don't act 30. Tell me I look 30 and I'll cut you.
I'm retaliating against time by regressing into childhood. So far, it's going awesome. I fully endorse this move. Kids have the best TV shows, chocolate milk is good for your bones, being in the Christmas spirit is fun, and it's impossible to be in a bad mood when you're wearing Barbie pyjamas - put on a pair and see for yourself.
I know that this is where I should be embracing turning 30 and saying things like "30 is the new 20" and acting all sassy and accomplished. I should be making plans to ring in a new decade with a fabulous party and making a list of 30 things to do before I'm old and decrepit. I'm just not feeling it. I'm completely in denial. I feel like someone actually tricked me and sped up all the calendars and clocks and I'm really 23 or 24. I feel like there were entire years of my 20s that didn't happen. I'm just not ready for this. I'm not ready for a milestone birthday. I want to drag out the next five-ish months indefinitely.
If you need to find me, I'll be at home, reading Seventeen, writing in my diary, and baking cookies while wearing Barbie PJs.
8 comments
I turn 30 in 14 days...and I am the same exact way. There is no way I act 30...is there??? Cause thats old and there in no way that I'm old. I'm still 21, right??? Sigh:)
ReplyDeletelets embrace it..haha
Isn't it ridiculous? It's like the universe is tricking us :S
ReplyDeleteturning 30 last year was lousy - i'll admit it. 31 was easier, but lousy again. i still want to fill in '27' for my age, or select the '25-30' age range if i'm doing something online ... have fun reverting back! do they still make magazines like tiger beat & bop?!
ReplyDeleteI think since I hit 30 it's been the best time of my life. 32 now and it just seems to get better. First off...I'm still carded and when they look at me then back at my birth date I get "no way"...yep because I look young baby! 30 is nothing. I'll freak out at 40 maybe.
ReplyDeleteI know. I don't even feel 28. Every time I say my age it feels foreign, like I'm talking about someone else.
ReplyDeleteBut I've now decided I need Barbie pajamas as soon as possible.
You look 24. *scared*
ReplyDeleteI'm going to be 30 in a few years so, but my attitude is more: I feel 20-something inside and age is just a number.
i turned 30 about 4 months ago and it's been WONDERFUL so far, i love it actually.
ReplyDeleteyou have nothing to worry about!
FB - thank you!!
ReplyDeleteAlexa & Amanda - glad to hear it's not allll downhill :)