I’m kind of having a moment like; ohshitness, where the EFF did five years go because I literally just turned 35.
I cannot believe it’s been FIVE YEARS since I started this blog in which I wanted to blog about the dreaded “dirty thirty,” as if it was some nightmare. But my main purpose was to challenge myself to take on new things in the name of being old as shit and not letting it stop me. Ha, like 30 is so effing old.
When I wrote my first blog I was only 29, and it’s funny because apparently I’m at the age now where I begin to lie about my age and tell people I’m 29 every year for the rest of my years. So, honestly, I feel wonderful for being 29. Well, that’s a lie. I feel like I’m starting to look old and maybe need some Botox.
Can we just talk about how taking selfies at “29” can be such a humbling experience? My iPhone is like; right click, delete on every single one I take. Ha, that’s so dumb, iPhones don’t have right clicks.
I suppose I should at least acknowledge that I did what I set out to do when I turned 30. I challenged myself to complete a 65 mile bike marathon as my “30th Birthday Challenge” and I did it — twice! Then I set out to do my first half marathon and I was super proud of myself that I ran the entire time – while I was 5 weeks pregnant! I went on a few fun vacations, and I rounded out the year discovering that this chicki boom boom was going to be a mama for the first time. It actually was the best year of my life.
Since then, I’ve continued to evolve, and I’d say the biggest changes have been making the decision to become a stay at home mom, welcoming my son Leo, and moving away from my beloved California to be close to family and my Midwestern roots here in Indiana.
I can say that I’ve done a lot of soul searching in these last two years of staying home with my kids, as it hasn’t been a cake walk. I’ve suffered from a dip in self-esteem as I no longer identify myself as an independent working girl, which was a bigger part of me than I realized. But that being said; I’ve really begun to embrace my new lifestyle and appreciate the opportunity to be with my littles while they’re super little. I can always go back to work, right? I can’t go back in time and get this time back with them. So for that, I’m happy.
On my 30th birthday I went into my friend and co-worker’s office and said that since we were turning 30 in the same week we needed a 30th birthday challenge. I told her we were doing a bike marathon, much to her dismay, but we did it. Now, I need a new challenge! I’m thinking maybe it’s Crossfit! Or hell, I don’t even want to say it, but maybe another marathon of some type. Yuck. Can you feel my excitement? I’ll let you know what I decide.
I’m definitely feeling a bit weirded out that I’m officially on a slippery slope to 40. I’m not ready to be all older and stuff. I still want to blare “Big Pimpin’” by JAY Z in my car and read young adult fiction. Sometimes I meet people who are my age or slightly older and I feel like they’re old fuddy duddies. I’m still super fun, I think. At least I think.
So I’ll do my best to keep blogging once a month – LOL – no, I totally want to blog more, I suck. Every night I have to make tough decisions like; fold laundry, meander aimlessly on the Internet, watch Scandal, American Idol, Dancing With The Stars, or blog. Blogging clearly hasn’t been winning out in my late night SAHM game, but I’ll try to do better.
Here’s to another five years of blogging about “Life At Thirtysomething.” If I’m still blogging at 40 we’re going to have issues with my bloggy name, but we’ll cross that bridge if we get there.
I hope to continue challenging myself to take on new and exciting experiences that perhaps I don’t necessarily want to do, but NEED to do to prove to myself that I’m not old as shit, quite yet. But what am I even saying… how is 29 even old?