As I stand in the kitchen making a big pot of Dr. Oz soup trying to gear back up for a new week of diet trends, it hits me. I'm 35. Well, not quite, but I will be 35 in about a week. And I'm not terribly excited about it.
This is odd for me. I can be quite obnoxious about reminding folks that it's my birthday each year. I love the well wishes, the cake, the celebration. It's the only time my shy, introverted self revels in any kind of grand-scale attention. Yet this year, I haven't even bugged my husband about what he will get me. Though he may not be so excited about his wife getting old and haggard, he's probably relieved that the pressure is off for the birthday week this year.
As I stir cabbage into this soup (that smells nice but will probably keep me full for, oh, about 25 minutes at lunch tomorrow), I realize that it's probably time to become a little more disciplined in my approach to daily life. A little exercise each day, skipping desserts, starting my daughter's baby book, straightening up the house before bed, writing each day, finally getting around to reading Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, remembering other people's birthdays -- this is the stuff of adult life. No longer can I hide behind the "I'm just barely out of graduate school" mindset.
So, this blog is all about how I have just realized that oh crap, I'm 35. I guess that means it's time to follow through.
Dr. Oz soup cooked and stored away for tomorrow? Check. Baby tucked in and snoozing away? Check. House straightened? Almost check. Yoga? After I spell check. Blog started? Check. 6:04:00 PM by Joni Delete
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