Can I just tell you how different it feels to say “I’m 29” compared to saying “I’m 28”. My gosh. I am 29 years old. And on any given night when I’m not at work you can find me lounging on the couch, binging on Gilmore Girls on Netflix and sipping a hot chocolate in an over-sized Tinkerbell mug. Because the only person I have to worry about at 29 years of age is myself. I’m like a child again. An old, 29 year old, child.
But then again I’m not. I’m a 29 year old, independent woman. I have my own apartment. In an incredible suburb. With a great view. I share it all with an awesome dog. And I have a job that I enjoy. With a salary I can tolerate. I have a life. Yet…. it feels so weird being 29 years old and answering to… nobody. No strings attached. No husband. No children. It’s just…. me. And then when I think about it that way, It makes me feel different. Because most people my age are married or have a kid or three.
I turned 29 on Saturday. It was like any other Saturday in the middle of winter in Colorado. Cold. Sunny. Relaxing. I was treated to a nice BBQ lunch in old town/downtown Louisville. In case you aren’t familiar with Louisville – it pretty much reminds me of Pleasantville. Yes, I live in a Colorado bubble.
Lunch was followed by a trip to the mall where I hit up a semi-annual sale with a gift card I actually received last Christmas. The rest of the evening was spent doing what most sports addicted people spend their Saturday evenings in January doing – watching the playoffs. It’s hard to think that such a routine day could change the overall feeling of my life. I turned 29. 29! When did that HAPPEN? What happened to the last 8 years since I turned 21? I remember turning 21. My dad and I went to Chili’s in Stockton. What happened to the past 10 years? I celebrated my 10 year high school reunion Thanksgiving weekend. 10 years!!!
Elementary school friends together again at our 10 year high school reunion
My little gray Toyota Corolla S celebrates it’s 12th year this year. My little brother has it now and it’s still running strong (always, always buy a Toyota). I feel old. And again, I think I feel this way mostly because of the course my life has taken. Unmarried. Childless. I’m getting up there in age. I have family members who show no hesitancy in reminding me of this. A previous acquaintance of mine shared a book on Facebook that her husband wrote and recently released on Amazon titled, “Fund Your Adoption” and I took advantage of the 1-day-freebie download they offered to celebrate it’s release. Because hey, you never know! As I was recently told- the clock is-a-ticking! (Did you know you can almost entirely fund your $30,000- $45,000+ adoption through grants?! No kidding!)
In any case, I’m determined not to actually live like this 29th year of age status freaks me out. I’m going to Embrace that I’m still in my 20’s — and not yet 30! Whoo-hoo! And to do all of this – I’m creating a 30 before 30 list! I will post said list tomorrow. Stay tuned!