It Isn't So Bad...
...Being 30 I mean! I'm glad it finally rolled around and now it is almost over. Whew. Sigh of relief. The sky didn't fall. I didn't start sprouting gray nipple hairs. My husband and I are still in love and married. I just can't complain.
It's hotter than Hades again here in the Windy City. The a.c. is cranked, but not cooling the place off sufficiently. The cats are passed out on the floor. We finally cleaned the kitchen. All in all today was pretty damn uneventful. Again - I can't complain.
I'm reading Franny and Zooey. I'm missing people that I haven't seen in a while. And inside - well inside I feel like me. I haven't changed too much over the years.
I sometimes feel like I know myself really well, and other times I wonder who the hell I am. I still like the things I've always liked, and hate the things I've always hated. (Though the latter list is getting longer, and the first one shorter.) I still listen to R.E.M., like fiction, dye my hair blonde, hate doing the dishes, and wear dark lipstick. Then sometimes I feel a little lost and directionless.
Anyway, I'm 30 now. No biggie.
It's hotter than Hades again here in the Windy City. The a.c. is cranked, but not cooling the place off sufficiently. The cats are passed out on the floor. We finally cleaned the kitchen. All in all today was pretty damn uneventful. Again - I can't complain.
I'm reading Franny and Zooey. I'm missing people that I haven't seen in a while. And inside - well inside I feel like me. I haven't changed too much over the years.
I sometimes feel like I know myself really well, and other times I wonder who the hell I am. I still like the things I've always liked, and hate the things I've always hated. (Though the latter list is getting longer, and the first one shorter.) I still listen to R.E.M., like fiction, dye my hair blonde, hate doing the dishes, and wear dark lipstick. Then sometimes I feel a little lost and directionless.
Anyway, I'm 30 now. No biggie.
posted by Cara @ 9:58 PM
3 Comments:
At 4:27 PM, June 25, 2005 ,
wafelenbak said...
I was pretty freaked about turning 30 in April. And you're right--no biggee. Though, I have found myself hanging out with 25 year olds ont he weekends lately. That just *might* be a subconscious response. ;)
Anyway, I think my friend Chad put it best when he said, "During our twenties, we have our heads up our butts, and then we turn 30, and our heads slowly start to become dislodged." Heh.
At 6:00 PM, June 25, 2005 ,
Cara said...
Thanks for reading my blog, Diane! I DO remember you! I'm glad to hear that there are other happy 30 year-olds out there :) By the way, you don't look a day over 25, so hanging out with the 25 year-olds probably suits you well!
At 10:46 PM, June 25, 2005 ,
Anonymous said...
Cara happy birthday, mine is coming up soon. Being a leo explains a lot about me. You rule, tiger! i love your blog so much, i even throw aside my favorite magazines when they come in lieu of reading your thoughts first because you are an excellent writer. (from Dennis?) Adiós, tu prima, Tara
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