Life is funny. One day you are 13 and you are angry at the world for no reason what-so-ever and the next minute you are 38. People tell you that life is going to fly by, but you never truly understand this until it starts happening. I turn 38 in three days..72 fucking hours. Where the hell has the last 13 years of my life gone?! Up until I turned 25, I swore I would turn 29 and stay 29 forever (after all, my own mother had never turned a day older than 29 for my entire life, it must be a great age). Unfortunately, gravity, my boobs and my metabolism had other plans for me. So here I am,days away from my 38th birthday, scratching my head and pondering the ride. I’ve always heard that life changes at 35 and you finally begin to start living your life without caring about every single little thing. Most people will tell you that your 30’s are your prime years. I mean, can someone define “prime” for me because last time I checked my boobs were a lot more perky in my 20s and I could stay up past 9pm a lot easier.
I will say this, in my 30s I have a way better perception of who I am than I did when I was in my 20s. I am clear on what I want from my career and since my divorce I have plenty of time to devote to building my empire. I am also way less tolerate of drama now than when I was in my 20s. This makes dating much more enjoyable and relaxed (if and when I choose to partake in it, that’s an entirely different blog entry). It’s also common to be a little unsure of yourself when you are in your 20s, I think that since hitting my 30s I have gained serious momentum in my ability to exude confidence about decision making in my life. This attitude applies not just to my dating life, but also to other crucial areas like setting boundaries with friends and family, getting what I want at work, and making life choices.

So, with that being said, at almost 38, my metabolism still sucks and I should probably buy stock in push-up bra technology but I am finally ok with it because I have learned to love myself. We all have our own issues and labels that we have given ourselves, but now I can not give a fuck (not that I really did before) because I am in my “prime.” At 38 (almost) I feel like my life is just starting and I am no longer afraid of getting older because it means I’ve lived.

Cheers!