39. It’s a number. If you were rounding you would obviously find your way to 4-0. It is also currently terrify me. I am grasping on to what’s left of my 30’s like I held on to my pre-pregnancy jeans, even after Colton left me with hips that move that Jagger.
My thirties have been a rollercoaster of new mom adventures, building a brand, loosing so many people I love, and figuring out who I am. I love Marvel movies, I wish men like Chris Evans were real and lived in Montana, I love my coffee with ice, I wear my daughters headbands, I still look forward to Grey’s Anatomy each Thursday night (could Mer please have a new hot love interest though?), I am a dork, I wish I could have dinner with Steve Jobs, and I am a really amazing mom.
I am also unapologetic for all of it. This is a huge change from my 20’s. You should live this way too. You’ll thank me and send me cake.
Recently a girlfriend told me “it’s all down hill when you turn 40”. Well shit. I mean I have obviously noticed that my boobs are not where god intended them to be. I don’t want to complain because they are still in good shape, but with only eight months before “it all goes down hill” – I’ve got to get my dating game in gear.
I also still use the “double space”. I mean who decide that the double space was out? It must be a Millennial. When you double space on the iPhone it automatically puts a period in. See, Steve gets me.
Where do 30 somethings find out this information? Is there a special Facebook Group? A support group? I carrier pigeon service?
When I Googled it, the article I found was titled “Nothing Says Over 40 Like Two Spaces after a Period!”. You can read it here. The author is in her 40’s. I am not.
Here’s the thing – I’m going to double space until I die. It’s just the right thing to do. I am also going to embrace these last few months of my 30’s. I’m going to take on each day with arms wide open and guess what – I’m going to convince you too as well. So let’s eat the cake, and not feel guilty. Let’s also put the work in and run the extra mile and make this the best life you could imagine. Here’s to rolling into my 40’s like Snoop in a Bentley with sprinkles on top.