Monday, December 14, 2009

BLOWING OFF my 20s and 2009

In 17 days, 2009 will be over and we'll start a new decade. In 301 days, my twenties will be over forever and I'll embark on my fourth decade of living. I can't really say I'm totally looking forward to it. Many of my friends are also turning thirty this year and I think we all have a sense of doom mixed with excitement. It's sort of been the unspoken elephant in the room...our twenties are over.

Those who have known me long will remember how sad I was when i turned 20, because it meant I would never ever be a teenager again. And my twenties were exponentially better than my teens. That said, all 30+ women always talk about how much they love(d) being in their thirties. Apparently, it's the decade where you really feel "comfortable in your own skin." According to them, you become more confident and have a better understanding of exactly who you are. And your sex life gets better than ever. 30+ women make it sound like when the big 3-0 rolls around, a magical fairy arrives at your bedside, waves her glittery wand, and erases all your insecurities, inhibitions, and doubts. Now, that would be awesome. I can't help but think it's all just a ploy, like when women say childbirth really isn't that bad.

Truth be told, I feel pressured to make all these big decisions and life changes while I'm 29....somehow i know turning 30 means i won't be hearing "but you're so young" from people anymore. And I will definitely miss hearing "this is what your 20s are all about." It was a ten year long excuse for confusion, indecision, and total panic.

So, as I get ready to blow off my twenties in less than a year, i'm feeling a little reflective of the last ten years. If I could sum up my 20s (which also happened to span what Time magazine calls the decade from hell) it would be the decade...i cried when Bush "won" the election, got hospitalized for food poisoning, reeled over 9/11, barfed on my 21st birthday, got into a bad car accident, graduated college, moved to NY, got a cell phone, got my nose pierced, had my own health coverage, paid the rent, figured out what a 401K is, got a job, had casual sex, got prescribed xanax to board an airplane, cut my hair, grew it back out, cut it again, made new friends, gave up on a few old ones, learned I carry my weight in my ass and thighs, started a fitness regimen, had my heart broken, went to Belize, cried when George Bush won again, got promoted, drove cross country, moved to LA, got an office, fell in love, wrote seven screenplays, sold zero, became an American citizen, danced at my sister's wedding, lived by myself, bought my first car, campaigned for Barack Obama, cried tears of joy when he got elected, watched many close friends get hitched, went to my ten year high school reunion, started a book club, co-habitated, gained a new understanding of my mom, wore green in solidarity, celebrated my parents 35th wedding anniversary...and turned 29.

I've got 301 days to add to the list and then I'll blow my twenties off for good. This may be the most painful break up of all, but I'll hopefully bounce back as a secure, uninhibited, and doubt-free thirty year old. Stay tuned.


  1. Imma stayin tuned. Sing it, sister! LOVE THIS POST!

  2. 301 days? I have less than a week.