Getting Older, It Kinda Blows
Turning 30 was not so fun. Well it still isn't fun, as I find I am particularly uninspired for the time being and put away all my art supplies for a while. I'm the gal that cried when she turned 22, so yes -- I am that depressed about it. On my birthday, husband asked if I wanted to go hit Heavy Metal karaoke night. My response was something like, "but people might say I'm too old for a chick to be in a place like that and they'll laugh at me". I had a little party with friends, and as I dressed for it, I realized I looked like one of those Telemundo M.I.L.F. women who host the "news". Big hair, leopard print everything, and spike heels (which were quickly changed into something more mild). All I was missing were the hoop earrings and the French manicure accented with diamond tennis bracelets. Christ. I always had a fear of being one of those vulgar women that tries too hard to act younger than she is; granted part of me will always be vulgar in different ways -- it is just who I am. At least I've now made peace with certain aspects of my personality; thank God I surround myself with friends who either compliment these aspects, or are just really forgiving...perhaps entertained even.
So I've reached a point of panic as it were. I got marriage out of the way; am never having kids; don't need to think about climbing the corporate ladder; so then what really? My choices popping in my head were things like getting another tattoo; buying a motorcycle; giving up art; starting a gallery; going crazy Vanishing Point style; getting a Master's degree; moving to another state yet again; or buying property. Well, I have made some appointments to look at condos -- yes I may actually tie myself to one location -- so it is kind of scary but I figured I'm at a point where I should own some real estate and it happened that hubster got a promotion this week. What I'll do for a down payment is another matter, but when a mortgage is less than my current rent, it only makes sense to try. Suburbia here I come!
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AF:
I just turned 51 - and you find that your common sense tells you that you can continue wearing this, while with the other, well maybe not. And fortunately, you also find that your preferences settle down too, so denying yourself the youthful items isn't as difficult. You will find yourself naturally finding your own level.
(But I'll have to tell you; I pretty much wear what I've always worn - the only deciding factor is if it looks good or not!)