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Life Begins at 30

by BookLoveHer (writer), Atlanta, August 18, 2010

Credit: Antony Bennison
Muffin-top, a sometimes side effect to being 30+

Despite muffin-top and frequent bedhead one of the blessings of maturity is that it brings one greater courage to be truthful, regardless of what those who do not understand, may think or say.

I was devastated when I was divorced at 27. Little did I know that’s when I started living…I’m 31 now. I’d been tossed into a whirlwind of divorce, death, and drinking like a crazed red-head old woman clinging to her bottle of Scotch, smeared mascara and screaming how I hate WIRE HANGERS! I even picked up the nasty habit of smoking cigars. But on the flip side of that heinous period in my life, I drew closer to my life’s purpose and calling….my dharma (WRITING). I drew nearer to writing, tapped it, sharpened it, and began to get serious about making this a career. After all, no one will remember me pushing papers for some God-awful racist company or even the shit I said or did…but my books, however will last throughout eternity. It was a no-brainer.

I don’t know about everyone else, but when I turned 30 I started to figure out what really matters in life. And now at 31, I am securely on the right road to where I am headed. I know what I want and exactly how to get there. And I am utterly grateful that my 20s and all of the heartache and headache that comes with it, are long behind me.

20s are sucky ‘cause you don’t know who you are and there are too many learning experiences. Not to mention, you’re always broke in your 20s, scraping around to rub nickles together to buy yourself some ramen or cheap bottom-shelf alcohol when the ends don’t meet at the end of the month.

People relax in their thirties and even more so in their forties; less to prove and more authentic, less concerned about what their parents would think of them and all of their activities. If they are not career-obsessed workaholics, I prefer single people as they age out of their twenties. Aging out of your twenties is like watching fine wine ferment. However, I have tremendous respect for those who can maintain the integrity of their marriage throughout all of life’s ups and downs.

If you’re a boring person, your life will be boring. I have bored moments, but I would never blame that on other things around me being boring. And life after 30 is pretty fantastic. Enter yoga, traveling, enjoying sushi, and good credit. I think back to some stuff I did in my 20s, late 20s even, heck, make that things I did at 30 even, and I cringe when I think of how utterly pathetic I could be back then. If it was wild and crazy, I did it. Yes…even that too.

It was a bit tiresome in my 20s to always be the best at everything. Now, I can breathe easier as I don’t need to compete anymore because people in their 30s who still act like they’re 20 are like women in their mid 40s who try to look young by dressing like 20 year olds. It is sad. Essentially though, it’s just a number. Stop worrying about the number, and learn to accept your life, no matter what stage you’re in at the moment. Everyone moves along their own different timeline, and the sooner you’re okay with that, the sooner you’ll be an attractive and whole human being. A big part of being in a stable relationship is timing… you can’t rush it. But I must admit, when it hits you, true love that is, it’s undeniable.

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By Gracey on August 19, 2010 at 01:46 pm

When you get to your fifties...none of it matters.

What drew me to your article was the muffin top, lol - I try so hard to avoid that, but the older I get the harder it is.

I am not sure my 30s went like, work, stress, mortgages, loans, work, kids, stress, kids...I don't think I'd want to do the 30s again. Not the 20s either...not sure I remember most of them...babies, poop, a spitup are things you try to forget.

I am finding more peace (not boredom, peace) in my 50s than I knew existed back then. Life is more relaxing, the pace less hectic. I like it (but I still wouldn't mind looking like I was in my 30s).

Thanks for a good read!

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