They say that when the seasons change you as a person change
as well. I believe this statement to be generally true however I would apply it
to the decades you go through as your age. First comes the rough and tumble
teenage years where you hide away all those essential parts of your personality
that makes you an individual in order to “fit in”. After being thrust forward
in life to your twenties where you will spend the first half exploring who you
are in the world, releasing those hidden traits and finding that it is
exhausting trying to fit in to such a little square peg. So you make yourself a
posse of friends from various backgrounds, and you start staying up late,
making adventures, falling in deep love for the first time, and then the late
part of your twenties hit. The holy shit where am I going with my life, this is
what I got my degree in but I’m not happy, where do I want to work? Suddenly
people are getting married because they want
to not cause they have to. All
the sudden the wild child is married and has two kids and no one freaks out.
Oh then you turn thirty and this is the age where you learn
all the lessons from the mistakes and adventures you had in your twenties. I
call it the Look at me I’ve reproduced, bought a house, ran a marathon, gotten
divorced, and am fighting to get noticed in my job stage. Oh. Suddenly the I
needs to show up in your dreams. I need to save for retirement, I need to travel,
I need to spend more time with XYZ before they are gone, and I need to lose
weight shows up. So the question lies when do you start feeling confident in
your life? Is this a product of the society
that we are a part of?
Last week I was sitting in church having gotten a walk
around from the single’s ward. Let me explain. When you turn thirty one they
kick you out of the single’s ward sending you a letter stating basically you
have two options. A. Go to the mid-level there’s a reason why you aren’t
married single ward, or you can return back to the family ward where hopefully
someone has a fat sister they can pawn off on you. All the sudden you’re
married friends say this lovely sentence I have the perfect person for you to
go out with BUT something. Usually
the BUT is something that is
something you can’t ignore. He has a great personality BUT he has constant gas and sounds like a car that backfires every
five seconds. They mean well. Because your married friends don’t like being
just the two of them since they have decided to swear lifelong fidelity to each
other they need someone else to date. Otherwise they are forced to deal with
each other. No they aren’t looking to add someone else this isn’t Bob &
Carol & Ted & Alice. So you endure these blind dates, these I mean well
set ups because well there’s only so many times you can flick through the Netflix
queue and realize you are wearing the I give up sweats and eating a pint of ice
cream. *I only know this for the sake of research or as I like to call it every
Saturday night*
I’m trying to figure out how do you deal with the boredom of
your thirties? You aren’t broke poor like your twenties, you are still saddled
with a great load of debt from your free loving twenties (by free loving I mean
those lovely student loans) and the idea of staying in hostel no longer sounds
romantic but rather dirty and gross. You may be poor but you’ve upgraded to a
better mattress and you clean your sheets every week now why would you want to
sleep on sheets left on a bed from the Nixon administration? Plus staying up
past ten at night deserves an award. Basically if you can get me out of my
house past 9 there better be ice cream or fried foods available.
So what I’m trying to ask is how do you capture the essence
of your twenties in your thirties? With
earlier curfews of course. Is your thirties
your last shot on doing those dreams you told yourself that you would do in
your twenties?
