I turned 35 a few months ago and while getting older doesn’t bother me (yet), I’ve been thinking a lot about how…old…35 is.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m old.
I just often have to remind myself that I’m not 20 anymore. I don’t *feel* old. But man. 35 has changed me.
I can’t eat the way I used to, or I pay for it later.
I can’t sleep the way I used to, or I can’t move in the morning.
I can’t dress the way I used to, or…well. I just can’t.
Things have changed. There are more lines on my face. There’s more cushion around my belly. And my thighs. And my arms. I notice new grey hairs on a regular basis.
It hit me recently – I’m an adult! I’m a 100% full fledged, card carrying adult!
Should that revelation have hit me sooner?
When did you realize you were an adult?
When you bought your first house or signed your first non-cosigned lease?
When you got engaged or married?
When you bought a car?
When you had kids?
When you remodeled your house and were more excited about the kitchen than you were about the closet? AHEM.
When you were excited to buy a new vacuum or get a crock pot as a gift? (Oh, come on now. Don’t act like that hasn’t happened to you!)
You know when it really occurred to me? When I scheduled, and got really excited about, a facial peel. I realized that I *needed* it. And I wanted it. I followed it up by purchasing a fancy new set of facial products. Ones that aren’t sold at drugstores and geared towards teenagers.
Now, I realize that some of you have probably been using this stuff for years, but for me, it was a big step. It was an acknowledgment to myself that I need to start paying attention to these things.
It’s time to act like a grown up. Finally. Whatever that might mean.