Welcome to My Post 30 Life. When someone asks you how old you are, do you ever pause and think, "Wait. Hold on. Oh shoot. How did that happen?" When you look in the mirror, are you ever taken aback by a new line (aka wrinkle), sunspot (I despise the term "liver spot"), or gray hair (or any hair, for that matter, that sprouts from a new place)? If so, then you and I will be lifelong friends.
My name is Beth and I am 33 (will soon be 34). I feel like I am at that in-between stage of my life. Twenty-somethings see me as "kind of old" and definitely "too old to be cool." Or, if I am lucky, I might get "pretty cool for someone my age," which never really seems like a compliment, but oh well. On the flip side, those who are older than me roll their eyes and take offense when I make the slightest reference of getting old, feeling old, looking old, etc.
And so I float in this in-between place. I'm still figuring things out. And by "things" I mean friendships, family, life, me, EVERYthing.
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about my life. Where I have been and where I want to go. What I want my life after 30 to be like, and more importantly, who I want to be. This all sounds very deep, so you should know that I also spend quite a bit of time pondering things like what I want to eat for dinner tomorrow night, whether I should have another glass of wine, why I have no matching socks in my drawer, and when I should schedule my next eyebrow wax.
Life can get pretty damn heavy and I am one of those people who can easily be smothered by its weight. That's not what this blog is about. It is not my purpose to enlighten you or advise you. My purpose is to find the humor, and sometimes even the beauty, in life's imperfections.
And so this is My Post 30 Life. Take one.