Posted on | January 26, 2010 | 1 Comment
I’ve decided that you can judge just how old you are by how you view 3:00 in the morning. When you’re in college, 3 am means fraternity late night parties. You’re no where near sleep… you’re just beginning the party.
When you’re out of college but not yet married, 3 am means middle of the night. The bars are closed and you have to work the next morning so you’ve been in bed for a few hours by that point.
How do I know I’m old? Because now 3:00 is almost morning. How sad is that? I used to be partying it up at 3:00 just 10 short years ago. And now, when I’m awake and staring at that 3 on the clock radio, I am thinking “almost time to get up.” *sigh* oh how the mighty have fallen.
Don’t get me wrong, I do NOT miss those late nights. I couldn’t stay up partying until 3:00 if my life depended on it. This year for New Year’s Eve, Husband and I had a wedding reception to attend. We managed to stay up until 12:05… just long enough to do a count down, run back to the hotel room and pass out cold. Why? Because J was up at that magical 3am time slot.
So I don’t miss staying up, but I do have to wonder when I got so… old. I don’t feel old. I still feel like I could dance around a club with the best of them. But lets face it, I would stick out like a sore thumb. I am 32 years old. That doesn’t feel old, but man does it sound old.
Rather than focusing on that, I’m trying to focus on the fact that I’m only 32 years old! I am a home owner. I am married to a wonderful man who loves me despite the fact that I’m a neurotic mess. I have a 5 month old son who thinks I hung the moon, the stars, and the sun and oh yes, I spin the planet in my spare time. I have a college degree. I have a law degree. I am a licensed attorney who is gainfully (if not happily) employed. I have a lot going for me. So I’m 32. I’m okay with that! 32 can be the new 21, right? Who cares. I make 32 look good.