As Deana Carter crooned in her song Strawberry Wine, I still remember when thirty was old. In fact, I remember feeling that way as recently as last week.
I’m not going to lie; I still breathe a sigh of relief in recognition of the fact that I have three more birthdays to go before I reach the milestone. But, I have to admit, when my husband disembarked on his third decade of existence this past weekend, I didn’t feel that old. For that matter, neither did he. In fact, I think he may have actually enjoyed it - as he should have - for we had one of the most fun weekends I can remember in recent history. We celebrated all weekend with family and friends; we consumed adult beverages; we attended a DMB concert; and we did it all like champions (that is, if champions are in bed by midnight…)!
So, maybe we don’t have the stamina we did in our early twenties, but I’m starting to realize that is actually a good thing. While we had a great time all weekend, we refrained from overindulgence. The result? I didn’t wake up with vomit in my hair.
This is a perfect illustration of why I think 30 is the new 20. I have just as much fun now as I did when I was 20 - only now I possess a little more knowledge, a little more inhibition, a slightly thicker wallet, and the ability to get out of bed the next day. Getting older is code for getting classier, yes?
As for the cellulite and gray hair…well, maybe I’m not quite as accepting of those. In fact, let’s just drop it, ok? Seriously. Let it go. Now.
I’m not going to lie; I still breathe a sigh of relief in recognition of the fact that I have three more birthdays to go before I reach the milestone. But, I have to admit, when my husband disembarked on his third decade of existence this past weekend, I didn’t feel that old. For that matter, neither did he. In fact, I think he may have actually enjoyed it - as he should have - for we had one of the most fun weekends I can remember in recent history. We celebrated all weekend with family and friends; we consumed adult beverages; we attended a DMB concert; and we did it all like champions (that is, if champions are in bed by midnight…)!
So, maybe we don’t have the stamina we did in our early twenties, but I’m starting to realize that is actually a good thing. While we had a great time all weekend, we refrained from overindulgence. The result? I didn’t wake up with vomit in my hair.
This is a perfect illustration of why I think 30 is the new 20. I have just as much fun now as I did when I was 20 - only now I possess a little more knowledge, a little more inhibition, a slightly thicker wallet, and the ability to get out of bed the next day. Getting older is code for getting classier, yes?
As for the cellulite and gray hair…well, maybe I’m not quite as accepting of those. In fact, let’s just drop it, ok? Seriously. Let it go. Now.
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