This is it. The last year of my thirties. Thirty Nine. When I was looking at the last year of my twenties, I was on My Space, and made a list of all these twenties something thingies. Ten years ago. It does not seem so long ago. But yup, it was. Over the next year, I will post an entry of thirties whatevers. (Spell check says that I'm incorrect in the spelling of 'whatevers'. Spell check can shut the front door.)
Day 1 began by waking up late, probably not so different than day one of the last day of my twenties. But this time, I certainly did not mean to wake up late. Nope, I went to bed early, with three other people in one big bed. Again, probably not so different than ten years earlier. But, these people mean more to me than any other human in this whole world. And, they were stone cold sober. Well, at least two of them were.
I'm at my big girl job, but I'm listening to Foals, which is great non-local radio music. See, I'm still the same music snob as ten years earlier. And, today, I can readily admit that I'm a music sob. Just like I can admit that I'm not at my fighting weight. But I'm also pretty, and I'm strong, and determined, and I still love my hair. Even with sprigs of gray here and there. Age gave my eyes the gift of seeing myself through my own lens, not the filter of American Beauty. F all that noise.
So, here is to 365 days of goodbyes to my thirties. It'll be fun. Let's see how long this lofty goal of frequent blogging lasts this time...
