Today is a happy Monday for me as it’s my 31st birthday and I’m not at work. I was convinced I’d end up going in today (even though I’d asked for the day off), but midway through our Sunday Funday, I decided I wanted to sleep in and eat cupcakes instead. The work will be there tomorrow.
We didn’t do much this weekend. We both worked late Friday and ended up ordering a pizza and drinking a few beers before going to bed at 10:00. It rained all day Saturday and I enjoyed my first lazy day in months… I did a few loads of laundry and that was it! Sunday we celebrated my birthday at a new brunch spot and went for drinks at our favorite hole-in-the-wall. Next weekend we’re going to celebrate with a Derby party… It’s really appropriate that I was born Derby week!
I turned 30 last year and I took it pretty well. Mainly I’m grateful to still be here and celebrating birthdays, but, your thirties are pretty wonderful.
Observations from my first year as a 30-something:
You care less.
I give much less f****. Part of me will always care about having a clean house and missing a workout day. But I (mostly) don’t care about what people think of me. I don’t want to cover up at the beach. I wear yoga pants to a bar. I will stand up for myself (not that that was ever a problem…) I ask for what I want. I put myself out there. I’m a type-A, high-maintenance, control freak. And if you don’t love me, you’re the one missing out. 😉
Hopefully you’re making more money in your 30s and finally making a dent in your student loans. I’ve splurged lately, but generally extra money goes towards investing or projects around the house. Last weekend we spent money on mulch and landscaping rocks. Retirement is often discussed in our home. And I’m okay with it.
You wear sensible clothing.
Super high heels are cute… but flats feel better. I may never retire my beloved heels, but I’ve added some gorgeous flats along the way. Simple, neutral, classic clothes fill your closet more than trendy, cheap pieces.
You fight about different things.
Fights with your family, friends, and significant others have changed. My biggest arguments with J revolve around leaving dishes sitting around the house and whose turn it is to go to the grocery.
Your body won’t let you eat what you want.
Around my 30th birthday, I could no longer eat dairy. I never dealt with it great, but now it’s as if I can’t even be in the vicinity without getting sick. I even scrape the cheese off pizza. Also. I can’t eat past 8:00 pm. Or eat anything too spicy. I miss cheese more than my youth.
You record Dateline and 48 Hours.
We record nearly every Dateline, 48 Hours, and 20/20. And 60 Minutes. And CBS Sunday Morning.
You drink differently.
In your 20s you can drink cheap vodka and sugary mixed cocktails. In your 30s, you ask to see the Merlot and bourbon selection. And one glass of wine is enough to put me to sleep.
It takes you longer to get ready for bed.
It’s no longer just washing off your makeup and brushing your teeth. You need to apply eye cream, serum, moisturizer, and brush and floss. It can be exhausting. Thankfully it’s bedtime!
Going to bed at 9:00 is ideal.
The days of being made fun of for going to bed early are long gone. I wake up at 5:00 and need 8 hours of sleep. I don’t always get it, but when I can, I jump at the chance. Sleep trumps almost everything else.
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