I turned 30. It happened on an ordinary day in September. It should have come with something to herald the beginning of THE decade– I was going to kick 30’s butt! How’s that working for me? Well, here are 5 things I’ve learned since turning 30.
- 1. Accept your quirks, be yourself: Hubby and I were at a bridal shower playing the newlywed game. We were losing to the sappiest couple EVER. How could I not remember “our” song? Maybe because we don’t have a song?! Finally, bonus round: “What’s your wife’s silly human trick?” The other couple goes first-lame— “My sweetie doesn’t do anything silly.” SO not the point of the question. Come on, baby, you know this… And he does! My happy dance involves kicking my legs up high and touching my toes to my fingers. Great! I’m 30, and a crappy acrobat, with no special couple song?
- 2. Accept that your body is going to fall apart: Okay, so this sounds existential… but I’m just saying at the most fundamental level-it’s going downhill, so get okay with it. I’m talking sitting on the toilet waiting for the timer to tell you when it’s safe to assume all the grays have been covered by the grocery store dye. (If you’re going to do it every six weeks, better use the cheaper stuff). That impromptu dance-off that seemed like a great idea? It’s going to hurt the next day. Face it, you’re old.
- 3. Accept that you’re not going to “get it” anymore: Once you turn 30, you’re going to look around and notice that all the kids are wearing neon, their clothes look like things you begged your mom not to make you wear in middle school, and they are all crazy about the Harlem shake… AGAIN?!
- 4. Accept that your insecurities are a little crazy: I have this huge complex about nail salons. As I try to slip my feet inconspicuously into the bubbling water, the person sitting down to scrub my toes is going to have something to say about how ugly my feet are– loud enough to get the other manicurists to try and peek. But you know what? I’m 30, and if I want to pay someone to scrub my ugly toes, and paint the nails on my man-size hands-I’m going fearlessly!
- 5. Accept that in your 30s you can still be a diva and get away with it: You know it, a 40 year old with drama is just not cute- Housewives of everywhere will back me on this. If you’ve still got mother/father/I’m entitled stuff that makes you act out, get it out of your system now. For me, that meant on my 30th birthday I could be the ultimate hot chick/princess! Wicked weave, tight red dress, animal print pumps, and a tiara. Notice the fresh manicure?! Yup-I’m 30!