Dear Readers,
Getting older sucks ass. It does. It’s scary. You know when you see pictures of older people when they were young, and then you look at them now as just skin sacks of their former selves? Yeah, that is TERRIFYING TO ME.
I have logged a lot of hours trying to figure out how to not be a skin sack.
Shit, I’ve been wearing under-eye cream since I was 19.
Sometimes it’s nice to have the perspective that although one day my decollate might feel like a knock-off Coach bag, that at least I’m not dying my hair burgundy and spending my free time trying to learn the intro to Green Day’s Basket Case.
The best part about getting older is getting to be a better version of yourself because over time (if you really put the effort it) you can slowly, but surely learn to be less of an asshole. And boy, dear readers, was I an asshole. Sometimes to other people, definitely to my parents, but also a lot to myself. I’m still guilty of it sometimes, but I like to think that each year I get a little better at cracking the code.
Here’s a list of reasons why aging can be kinda cool:
- Friendships
When you’re in your late 20’s you sort of weed out the bullshit people in your life. I once had a friend in elementary school that made me drink an ENTIRE GLASS OF HALF AND HALF.
2. Handling your shit (sort-of)
I go the gym. I cook and eat chicken that is shaped like chicken, not like a dinosaur. I throw my tights away when they rip. I am a woman.
3. Eating vegetables
Broccoli? Why not. Brussel Sprouts? Sure. I’ll throw spinach in my smoothie and not give A FUCK.
4. Being broke isn’t forever
Because you get paid again. Usually twice a week or once a month. You don’t have to hang on to your $20 that you got teaching your elderly neighbor how to check her email like it’s the last $20 you will ever have.
5. Doing what you want
I used to not be allowed to eat breakfast cereal after 10 a.m. I had to be home not at a specific time, but before the street lights turned on which accordingly to Google was at “dusk.” Whatever that means. Don’t get me wrong, I still have to pay bills, do a good job at work, be a respectful roommate and send my rent out on time. BUT if I want to stay up until 2 a.m. watching Youtube videos of soldiers reuniting with their dogs and cry myself to sleep then you bet your ass I’m going to do it. Because I can. And it’s adorable.
In conclusion, although I miss being a size 0 without even trying and bleaching my hair until it fell out in clumps, and I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up a gray slumpy skinned old lady and wonder where my life went, I’m thankful for the little freedoms and the ability to keep working to be the best version of myself.
XOXO,
Milky
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