What I want to know is how all my friends who've already turned the dreaded age of thirty did it so well. No one seemed to be afraid of it or even broke out into hives. I looked back in my journal the other day to an entry at the beginning of 2004, already dreading this birthday. I've been mourning my twenties for an entire year. Am I the only one that is freaked out about this?
What is there to celebrate? That I'm officially and unequivocally an adult, and perhaps the most boring of all the ages? People usually turn 'old' in their thirties. This is the decade when women stop caring about the way they look, and get stuck wearing floral jumpers and dresses that fit like sacks. They wear sweatshirts with kitties playing with balls of yarn, and their hair goes shapeless and gray.
I don't want this. I don't want to be vain either, but small floral patterns and kitties -- ick. Maybe I'll be lucky and I WILL get eaten by a shark in a couple weeks!!
I just wish I could skip directly to my forties. Women in their forties seem to have a lot more wisdom, and be much more sure of themselves. Forget 'thirty and flirty and thriving'. I'll gladly leave this decade for someone else to contend with.
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Two things:
1. You can still choose.
2. Women who are wiser in their forties became wiser in their thirties.
See? You have lots to look forward to.
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