Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The 30 'til 30 Countdown Begins
It's true. In 30 days, I will turn the big 3-0. For a long while, I was in denial. Then a good friend of mine told me how she thought her best year would be the year she turned 40, when she would be a razor-sharp attorney, sporting a sleek gray bob and terrorizing the lesser legal minds of lower Manhattan. She relayed this vision with such enthusiasm that I thought, okay, I can do 30. Yes, yes, 30 is no problem. That lasted until 3 days ago. Then reality set in. Now I am in full mid-midlife crisis mode. And if you think I'm kidding...just ask my husband. Or anyone who sits within three seats of me at school.
Trust me: This. is. not. going. well.
So today I decided: whatever the heck will make me feel even marginally better, I'm doing it. This isn't about denying my approach to the 30s. This is about making sure I feel damn good when I get there.
Day 1: I arrived 5 minutes late to Alternative Dispute Resolution because I was getting ten piggies prettified in pink:
I haven't yet decided what Day 2 holds in store for me. Feel free to throw out suggestions, people.