Last week I wrote about some of the things that I’d like to leave behind now that my twenties are coming to a close. But as I head into this decade of fabulously adult life, there are a few things I’d just as soon hang on to.
My relationships with my girlfriends have gone through some interesting transitions in the past few years. In your early twenties it feels like you’re attached at the hip. However as jobs, romantic relationships and lives in general get more serious, things change a bit. I find now though that I’m closer with my real friends and that those relationships have become much more than the booze and socializing-fueled affairs of my younger days. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the days of the boozy brunch but it’s those friends you can imagine drinking chardonnay on the porch swing (my future domesticated life definitely involves a porch swing) with that really count. What’s cooler than a couple of gals who’ve been friends for like, thirty years- who’ve stuck together through marriages, divorces, births and deaths? That kind of enduring friendship is worth hanging on to.
I went to see my physical therapist last week for one of my (frequent) overuse injuries. I asked if I was in shape to head to the gym after our session. He told me he’d go ahead and tape me up so I could ‘go to the gym to get pretty’. He’s a very talented PT – an absolute necessity for an athlete – so I keep seeing him despite his tendency to say such incredibly tone-deaf things on occasion. It would be disingenuous of me to suggest that no part of why I work out has to do with appearances but as I head into my thirties, I’m hyper aware that being vigilant about my fitness is going to pay off big time health-wise as I age, especially when I read articles like this. I want to one day be one of those rockin’ fit grandmas I see at my gym.
A sense of possibility
At some point in the next decade of my life, I hope to meet a gentleman who is so fantastic that I just can’t help but want to put a ring on it and exchange some DNA. Every one of my five colleagues has kids so I know that juggling munchkins and family life with work, hobbies and everything else is no joke. This is partly why I am trying to do things like spend a month in Argentina (and maybe Paris next!) while I’m childfree. But I hope I don’t ever completely give up that ‘why the hell not?’ spirit I’ve adopted this past year. Contrary to what some would have you believe, moms are still allowed to have lives and even things like foreign travel, while not easy with a young family, are possible. I went to the UK and Belgium with my family for the first time when I was six, which means that some of my very first memories take place in old-timey Europe, something that forever imprinted on me the idea that my life was going to be exotic and exciting. Pretty great right?
The idea that work should be fun
The very first real job I had after college was in the production department of one of the biggest publishing houses in New York. It turned out to be kind of a dreadful gig, but for the first six months I was there, reader, I loved it. It didn’t matter that the job was essentially data entry and low-level project management with a nice side helping of being the office minion. I got to be around books every day! I got to dress in real clothes as opposed to my ubiquitous college tennis sweats; I got my coffee and got on the subway and went to work and contributed to society! In New York, where all of the fabulous things happened! Okay, the feeling didn’t last but as the daughter of an entrepreneur who has become a success by doggedly pursuing his pipe dreams, I wasn’t raised to believe that work should be a thankless grind. As I’ve gotten a hold of life as freelancer and started to actually make a living at it, I’ve finally gotten over the fear that I realized had been plaguing me the last couple of years that at any moment someone was going to show up at my door and say ‘enough messing around, back to the cubicle you!’ Of course no job is always fun, nothing in life is, but you should never age out of the idea that what you spend the majority of your hours doing should be meaningful and yes, fun.