I had a ball in my twenties. I was adventure-seeking, fun, and lived by the motto, YOLO. I was always down for a good party.
On Fridays evenings, I’d come home from work around 6, take a 3 hour nap, and call a friend 9pm to decide where to go. By 11pm, I’d dressed in the jazziest outfit and the highest heels and ready to head out for a night on the town in Atlanta. I’d return at 6am – sometimes later – after a night on the town.
Those days – although 6 years ago – feel like a century ago. My life is different now.
First, I no longer live in the booming party-centric city of Atlanta. I live in a small town in North Carolina. Going out requires some creativity and meticulous planning. But what’s changed the most is me.
I’m no longer as interested in clubbing as I used to be. Nowadays, my perfect Friday night consists of me ordering Thai food and cozying up on the couch watching Grey’s Anatomy on DVR with my hubby. If I’m not too worn out from a long work week, I might even stay up to watch a chick flick, Dawson’s Creek or other shows that remind me of my childhood. On a good night, I may even stay up to watch a comedian’s special on Netflix. (I heart Dave Chappelle’s stand up specials!)
Here are other ways I know I’m getting old:
- On most nights, you can find me in bed by 9:00pm. I may not be sleeping, but I’m under the covers and ready to call it a night.
- Going out to a club or party on Saturday night will require at least 2 days to recover. And it takes A LOT of energy for me to head out on Friday night. I have a standing date with my DVR and Thai food on Fridays.
- I never wear heels to a nightclub. In fact, the mere thought of wearing anything more than 2 inches makes my feet hurt.
- My standard for friendship is high. Unlike my younger years where I used to make friends easily, nowadays, it takes a lot of effort. If a person so much as says the wrong thing in my presence, I’ll write them off and put them in my we-can’t-be-friends bucket.
- Losing weight takes hours upon hours of kickboxing, running, and vigorous workouts and months of low-carb dieting. I ate one bowl of ice cream 3 weeks ago and still trying to lose the five pounds it caused.
- I purchased life insurance recently and have spent a lot of time planning my retirement. I have a retirement plan and a contingency plan in case something happens.
- In order to keep my pulse on the younger generation, I try to listen to mumble rap (Hey Migos!) and other current music, but who am I kidding. I still bump music from 30 years each day.
Your turn, S&T. Tell me how you know you’re getting old in the comments section below!