So, I have recently signed on to co-author a book with a Publishing Group that supports aspiring writers. This is an amazing opportunity and I am so excited about it however, whenever I sit down to write my piece … I get the biggest case of writer’s block ever. I think that I am just feeling a little overwhelmed with the subject matter so, in an effort to keep my creative juices flowing, yet take the pressure off a little bit, I decided to take a break and write about something a little fluffier … being in my 30′s.
Now I suppose one of the first things I have to say about being in my mid-30′s is that it is indeed fluffier. It seems as though I instantly gained 10 lbs the second I hit 35. Now 10 lbs isn’t a huge deal and to be honest, I’m not too bothered by it (another change I’ve noticed in my mid-thirties is I am waaaay more confident now than I was when I was 25 and everything was firmer). I am, however, a little shocked at how sudden the 10 lbs piled on. It is seriously as if my body woke up one morning and said “Well, we’re 35 now, no need for a waist anymore!”
Like what the heck?! I barely had a waist as it was! That 10 lbs couldn’t have made it’s way to my boobs?!
(Sigh, silly thirties). Now one could say that these extra few pounds might have less to do with age and more to with the fact that I drink a LOT more wine than I ever have before but … I’m not one to worry myself over unimportant details.
But let’s take a moment to talk about wine. I love my vino. I mean, who doesn’t?! But I have noticed that my relationship with this sweet nectar has changed now that I’m rocking my 30′s …
In my 20′s, it was all about finding the sweetest, cheapest bottle of Gewurztraminer in order to get tipsy with my friends. If the Gewurtz was syrupy enough that I could choke it down, cheap enough that I could afford it, but still made me look like a grown up (cause wine is how adults party), then I was a happy camper! Not anymore. Now I love the flavour of full bodied reds, or dry whites. I’m even okay with spending more than $15 on a bottle! I sip and savour and use terms like ‘fruit forward’ and ‘peppery finish’! I’m not 100% sure what these terms mean, just things I’ve picked up while wine-tasting cause that’s another grown up thing I do now! Gone are the days of clubbing with my friends til 4 am, now it’s getting day-drunk at wineries and napping by 4 pm!
But don’t get too excited, although one can still party like a rockstar in their 30′s (assuming the party is over at 9), be prepared that you will need A LOT more recovery time. I just don’t have the same kind of energy I did 10 years ago, and I certainly don’t recover as well. Gawd forbid if I do stay up a little to late with my girlfriends drinking wine … what used to be a couple hours of recovery is now a couple of days! No joke.
Same goes for injuries, bending the wrong way in yoga takes me right out now. Gone are the days of ‘walking it off’, the 30′s makes you a straight up wimp! Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
Ah, who am I kidding? I’m not straining any muscles exercising, it’s putting on socks that’s the real issue. Or trying to get at those hard to reach places with my razor.
Which brings me to the last tidbit that I will share with you … when approaching your mid 30′s, prepare to block off large amounts of time for personal grooming.
Seriously, the amount of hours I spend on waxing, plucking, and shaving is uncanny! I’m Scottish so I was already a hairy girl but now … yeesh, it’s like I’m turning into a Yeti!
Okay, maybe not that bad but my leg hair is definitely trying to slowly make it’s way up to meet my lady bits and I do have a chin hair that I’ve affectionately named ‘Julio’.
On that note, it’s time for me for to go pour myself a glass of full-bodied red and lock myself in the bathroom for a few hours … dealing with this jungle takes commitment.and a little buzz.