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I turned 32 today. Somehow for the past three months or so, I was able to convince myself that I was going to be 31, so accepting the number 32 has been quite the process. In the past two weeks, three significant things have occurred that indicate I am getting old.
1.) I now hate the mall. I have always been obsessed with shopping for home goods, clothes, shoes, toilet paper, well, you get the picture. If it involved spending money, I was all about it. I was one of those gals that could spend the day strolling through a packed mall, drooling over the latest must-have hand bags and boots. Then I’d obsess about the items until I either owned it, or found something better. I’m fairly certain this trait is 50% of the reason my first marriage ended in divorce. However, last weekend, something happened. I was wandering in the mall looking for new shoes when I had an epiphany. I no longer enjoy the mall. It’s not fun; it’s filled with angst ridden teenagers and over priced jeans. I much prefer sitting at home and trolling Gap and Nordstrom for the comfort of my own home wearing my uniform. By uniform I mean my fave pair of worn out sweats, a white v-neck shirt and UGG boots. I paint a pretty picture, huh?
2.) I now have multiple gray hairs. Prior to last week, I had one gray hair that I could easily locate and pluck on a bi-weekly basis. It became a ritual, almost a jacked up game of hide and seek. Then out of nowhere, I spotted 2 more. Only now, they are located in a not-so-easy to pluck location. I fought with those wiry, white hairs for days and seriously could not pluck them. They stood on end, almost waving and taunting me from the crown of my head. After multiple failed attempts to wrangle those bad boys, I was on the verge of bald spot and needed to call in back up. Yes, I begged Brian to pluck them, but instead he used tweezers to curl them…ya know, kind of like curling ribbon on a present. Finally, he successfully removed them and several normal hairs thus making the impending bald spot even larger. One day later, I spotted two more. If I find another…I may go blond, or cry.
3.) I can no longer wear heels. After a long winter of rocking one of my four pairs of UGG boots, I realized that I can no longer wear heels. I pranced around in a new pair of wedges for three hours as hour four fell upon me, I was wincing in pain with every step and was completely certain my feet were bleeding…they weren’t. The following day, I had to soak my feet. Yes, soak my feet. I think I have to retrain them to be squished in a narrow place with little room to breath or I may be that girl wearing UGGS in the summer. Rest assured they will not be combined with a mini skirt.
Happy Birthday to me…can you tell I am really excited about this birthday? Yes, that was sarcasm.
Happy Birthday. I hope it was fun a day.
This post made so much sense.
Moving intois the 30s is not like entering any other age. 30s make it official- old age is creeping up, time is running out, the list of things that you have never done before piles up and a sudden realization of it all dawns.
But 30s are also fun because you stop caring about the trivia and focus on the essence and the whole.
Turned 47 earlier this year. You have to celebrate each one!! You’re not older, just becoming wiser.
I completely empathize with you! I just turned the big 3-0 a couple of weeks ago and am continually running into things that I do or think about that feel undeniably “old.” I know age is just a number – but why are they always getting bigger? On the plus side, I like who I am and my life more now than I did when I was younger. Happy Birthday and try to enjoy yourself!
Happy Birthday to you and may you have lots more. Funny you change when you age.
Happy Birthday Jamie. I totally agree with your post, especially the heels. I hope you and Brian are enjoying a grand celebration.
Happy Birthday. Hate to say it doesn’t get better, but after reading this, I know you’ll always find a lot of humor in these birthdays. What’s really funny is the ad for Pain Relievers at the end of the post. That might change since it’s a BlogHer ad, but it seemed so apt :-). Hope you’re baking something wonderful for yourself. You deserve it!
Oh my goodness! Happy happy birthday! And you’re not the only one who is feeling this way… the hubs keeps coming to me and pointing out all of his gray hears (which there are many). But don’t you fret… you are gorgeous and wonderful and talented.
Enjoy the day, dear!
Happy Happy Birthday Jamie! I’m in month 4 of my last year of my 20’s….marching my way down to the number 30! But, on my 29th Birthday I declared to myself that I wasn’t going to be moorose about it like all the other people I know in my life who have been turning 30 since about September! No Sir-ee! I was going to set some goals for myself and work towards them and hopefully on my 30th birthday I will know several thing:
First my goal:
Drop 60 – 70 lbs. That was the big one that I have to work on.
When I hit 30, hopefully I will be a much skinnier (fabulous) version of myself. I’ve had 4 kids in my 20’s and instead of feeling like I’m old, I’m going to go rocking into my 30th Constume Birthday Party (yes, we are planning alredy!) as a Hot Mama of 4!!!
Find something to run towards and feel great about turning 32!!!
As I am reading this my silent smile grows bigger…across the globe we are not that different at all!!
At least lets do it gracefully together!
Happy birthday!!….sisters in arms ;-)
Happy Birthday Jamie :) I agree with the other 20 something year old people, I can’t wear heels either and I am 23! And the mall is not fun anymore either! To many people and I would rather search for stuff online too :) Enjoy your birthday :)