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Ok so being 29 and a half (yes we’ve resorted to half year counting!), this is certainly a topic I’ve been considering a lot recently.
I think that being 29 is far worse than 30! I feel like it’s the last year to get drinks simply by having cleavage, get men to change a tyre simply by batting my eyelashes (horribly unfeminist, I know), the last year it’s appropriate to wear indecently short skirts (ok wait, that one went a while ago), to live it up and reach all those ridiculous targets you set for yourself somewhere along the way (By the time I’m 30 I will… be a gazillionaire, drive a Ferrari, be married to Hugh Jackman, fill in the ridiculously unattainable goal here).
Shallow, aren’t I? Good grief, can I just get there already, deal with the disappointment and MOVE ON PLEASE? The pressure is unbelievable… And to top it all off I’ve been married for four years and have not yet produced offspring. “Have a career?”, the judging looks say., “Oh you mean that thing women who don’t have children do!”
So here’s my thought… as long as you’re doing it for yourself and your own confidence levels and not to meet someone else’s ideals or try to keep up with the proverbial Jones Barbie, go for it. There’s nothing wrong with trying to hold on to your youthful self.
Also, I need someone to tell me how sore it REALLY is. So if you go ahead, report back please. However, if you decide to just roll with the ageing process, that’s fine too.
Sigh! Children and their wondrous ability to grasp the concept of honesty way before the concept of tact.
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Happy pondering!
I think that being 29 is far worse than 30! I feel like it’s the last year to get drinks simply by having cleavage, get men to change a tyre simply by batting my eyelashes (horribly unfeminist, I know), the last year it’s appropriate to wear indecently short skirts (ok wait, that one went a while ago), to live it up and reach all those ridiculous targets you set for yourself somewhere along the way (By the time I’m 30 I will… be a gazillionaire, drive a Ferrari, be married to Hugh Jackman, fill in the ridiculously unattainable goal here).
Shallow, aren’t I? Good grief, can I just get there already, deal with the disappointment and MOVE ON PLEASE? The pressure is unbelievable… And to top it all off I’ve been married for four years and have not yet produced offspring. “Have a career?”, the judging looks say., “Oh you mean that thing women who don’t have children do!”
So here’s my thought… as long as you’re doing it for yourself and your own confidence levels and not to meet someone else’s ideals or try to keep up with the proverbial Jones Barbie, go for it. There’s nothing wrong with trying to hold on to your youthful self.
Also, I need someone to tell me how sore it REALLY is. So if you go ahead, report back please. However, if you decide to just roll with the ageing process, that’s fine too.
Sigh! Children and their wondrous ability to grasp the concept of honesty way before the concept of tact.
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Happy pondering!
