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Thirty Awkward and Surviving
I woke up this morning and realized I have less than two months before I celebrate the start of my dirty thirties. My thoughts quickly shifted to the realization that the movie, “13 going on 30” lied to me, they lied big time. The whole “thirty, flirty, and thriving” mantra, is not my reality.
Thirty- check (I’m basically there)
Flirty- nope
Thriving- definitely not
Thirty
Since I am not technically thirty for another two months, I figured I would take a moment and share why I feel I am basically there. I have a strict nighttime routine. It starts with watching Jeopardy and is followed by a skin care regimen that has a fair amount of retinol products and I am in bed by 9:30pm. I enjoy organizing my closet and when I have finished organizing mine, I will ask to organize others’ closets! Lastly, I love skinny jeans and rock a side part. So, there is your proof, I am basically already living that thirty-year-old life.
Awkward
The truth is that my social skills have atrophied during the 15 months in quarantine. To be honest, though, I didn’t have that many to start. I once met someone new and instead of shaking his hand to introduce myself, I used jazz hands… yes Jazz Hands. Who does that and why did I think that was the move that would win him over? These are the scenarios that haunt me as I emerge from my quarantine bubble. What other situations am I about to get into? Okay, so maybe I can’t blame COVID and quarantine for my lack of finesse. One thing I know for sure though, is that I am not flirty and when I try to be, it usually turns out to be AWKWARD!
Surviving
Another thing I should mention; I am a bit dorkier than most people and proud of that. So, as a dork does, I read a scholarly article about Thriving from the International Association of Applied Psychology (IAAP) to confirm that, indeed I am not thriving. I don’t think I am that far away from thriving, but for now, I would call myself surviving. On one hand, I am a thirty-year-old living with her parents that just broke up with her first boyfriend. On the other hand, I have a successful career, great friends that lift me up and a bunch of hobbies bringing me joy. One of those hobbies being working out and as Elle Woods explained “Exercise gives you endorphins, endorphins make you happy.” So, I am decidedly surviving, but working on thriving.
I am hoping I am not alone in feeling thirty, awkward and surviving. If you are a fellow awkward person and relating to this, grool, let’s connect and figure out how to thrive together! If you are one of the lucky ones and rocking that “Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving” vibe, let’s connect so I can take notes! If you just think I am crazy and made it to the end of this post by making fun of me, thanks, and I hope you come back as I laugh at myself and figure out how to thrive in my thirties. I plan to share a bit about dating, a bit about what makes me happy, and am hoping that along the way I move closer and closer to thriving.
For now, #IAMTAAS.
