I turned 28 this weekend. I used to be scared of getting older but it turns out I like it. Now, I know I’m only 28 and that’s nothing in the scheme of life, but this is my first time being 28, so it feels like a big deal. I’m in my late 20’s, I’m getting fine lines around my eyes, I use a humidifier, I can’t drink much without feeling it, I kind of just want to stay home and cook dinner instead of going out and I’ve become a morning person (ya right).
I was at a bachelorette party the other weekend with a bunch of 22 year olds and when I was dancing to ‘boots with the fur’ like most respectable 28 year olds do (don’t picture it) my knees were aching a bit. You got to be careful with your joints you know? Those high heels are hard on the knees; I guess I gotta tone down my moves a bit.
When I was growing up I heard so many adults complain about their age, hiding how old they are or stressing about their eye wrinkles. Age seemed like this terrifying inventible force you were made to gravitate towards and it led to discontentment, nostalgia for old times and loose skin. I really hope that’s not true. I keep enjoying life more each year, enjoying my marriage and friendships more and finding more contentment in who I am becoming. I think a lot of times whatever age you are, you think you’re the shit. At 19 you think you and all 19 year olds are in the prime, you’re young enough to be hip and leading the world in fashion and causing jealous eyes to look at your toned legs and smart brains, until a few years pass by and you realize how insecure and confused you really were back then. I was talking with a friend about how there is a good chance I will look back on this blog in 10 years and feel totally different about everything I said, how embarrassed I’ll be at my underdeveloped thoughts.
Speaking of shallow thoughts, I’m currently watching Sex and the City for the first time (momentarily I am taking a break because I am so mad at Carrie for cheating on perfect Aiden, she makes bad decisions in life, Big is not worth it, ugh that’s for another time). There is an episode about 20-somethings vs. 30-somethings and it’s amazing. The 20-somethings are all out tanning and getting drunk on some gross sugary punch and talking like ‘totally ya know’. I was talking with a young girl the other day and thinking, you’re probably pretty smart, but when you talk like that you sound like you have a low IQ, you could probably raise it a few points just by dropping that speech pattern (apparently at 28 it’s still ok to pass judgment). Anyways, in the show I liked all the 30-somethings, they were just calmed down a bit, beautiful, comfortable in their skin, still making bad decisions (ugh Carrie), but wiser for it - 30 looks good to me.
A friend was telling me that she heard that women are the most beautiful in there 30’s and a lot of it has to do with their sense of self. Women at 30 know who they are, they know their style, they have more experience in life, and some of those pesky insecurities have worked their way out and there’s an elegance to it. Wisdom makes someone alluring and it only comes with time and age, so I'm looking forward to it.
I was listening to a Ted Talk Radio Hour about time and one of the presenters was discussing happiness as it relates to age. It turns out that statistically we get happier with time, even though we start getting sick and our bodies start breaking down, we start experiencing less negative emotions and the same amount of positive ones. Our perception of time changes as we get older, when we’re younger time feels as though it’s forever but when we recognize that we won’t live forever, our goals change, our priorities become clear, we let go of trivial matters, savor life, we’re more appreciative and we emotionally invest in more important parts of life. She says the silver lining of getting older is “we are relieved of the burden of the future” so it causes us less stress and anxiety. She said often people come up to her and say, “how do I get older faster”, that's my questions too. How do I care about what really matters and let go of what doesn’t right now, in my 20’s?
The only thing that makes me sad about age is the realization of how quickly time is passing us by. I was talking with an older gentleman who said, “There is no way for you to understand how quickly time will go.” I thought that was so profound, you can’t know how fast it goes until you look back and realize how fast it went. I'll just do my best to assume it will fly by and soak it up while it’s here.
So, cheers 28, you’re looking promising.