I usually don't harp on getting older. In fact, I was quite excited to turn the big three O and could say the same about hitting 40. But since my 31st birthday is fast approaching, the wheels in my mind have begun to crank. Sad to admit, but I was once a life-planner. I wanted to be happily married by 27, baby by 30, summer cottage in the Cape by 35...
I got married at 25 to my college sweetheart but sadly got divorced four years later. So now I find myself out of sync with the rest of my social circle. Almost everyone's got at least 2 kids and conversations about breast pumps and time-out rugs are as common as gossiping about John Mayer's latest fling. Someday I would love to see little me's running around but I'm just not quite ready yet. Karen mentioned that 35 is the new 30 over dinner and I hope she's right and by the time I hit 35, I hope it changes to 40 is the new 35. My mother had me past 40 and the generation gap (plus the cultural gap) is not something that I want to voluntarily replicate. I don't necessarily want to be best friends with my kids but a nice healthy dose of "in the know" would be nice once in a while!
But then again, maybe this isn't a matter of age and numbers but simply a state of mind. Aren't we all still perusing Forever 21, after all?
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