FYI, I’m 36….some may say I look 40 other angels here on earth have told me I look younger but I just turned 36 today actually. So naturally I lord the “I’m older, wiser and more worldly than you” card over Kaitlyn’s head any chance I get. One of my favorite topics, turning 27.
Something awful happens in your late 20’s and in my experience it’s most peoples 27th year.
Your hair just isn’t as shiny anymore, your skin not as dewey and almost looks dull, you certainly can’t rally from a hangover like you use to, and your body….well that bitch can’t snap back quite so quickly anymore.
Kaitlyn is experiencing this all first hand this year as she turns 28 in August (August 28th to be exact, but don’t worry she’ll let everybody know with a full blown main street parade, sky writing plane, and I’m sure she’s trying her hardest to get Mr. Trudeau to declare it a Canadian holiday). But I digress….the first indication you’re 20’s are dying a slow death is your inability to bounce back from a night of drinking. When my husband and I first started dating we would drink and party almost every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night (we quit drinking completely when we had our daughter 5 years ago). One night I even drank 11 appletinis….there’s like 3 ounces of alcohol in one appletini so do the math…I should probably have had my stomach pumped but no I woke up the next day took a couple Advil liquigels, inhaled a McDonalds 2 cheeseburger meal and drove around to all the local pubs and bars to help my friend find her purse after first finding her as she woke up not knowing where she was (terribly responsible of us I know). If I drank that much now….jesus, we would need to call a priest for an exorcism.
And what’s up with the hair and skin situation? You wake up on your 27th birthday and your skin is like “remember all those years of not wearing sunscreen and never drinking water?? Well today is the day bitch…..payback”. I have always had great skin, I don’t mean to sound boastful because I know it was all genetics and I realized at a very young age that not having problems with pimples was something to be grateful for so I thought I was taking really good care of my skin. You know, NEVER going to bed with make up on, exfoliating regularly blah blah blah. But it’s the preventive matters for aging that I hadn’t quite figured out, so here I am at 36 getting botox and regular facials…..ya I said it, botox. And I don’t care, I’m not ashamed at all. I’m a grown ass woman who can spend her money how she wants.
Then there’s our hair, my hair use to be so shiny and bouncy now it takes 4 different products, a curling iron, a straightener, velcro rollers and a shit ton of hairspray just to get that effortless “messy ponytail” look. And don’t get me started on the grey….I get my hair professionally died and less than 3 weeks later I look like Anderson Cooper.
27 was definitely the worst year as far as feeling old and shit changing on me….until 36.
Here I sit on the evening of my 36th birthday and I’ll be honest, I didn’t handle it well.
I’ve never been the type of person to get sad or depressed on my birthday, it’s just another day. But this year for some reason, wow it hit me like a brick wall. I knew Kaitlyn would have planned something special at the shop for me so I was planning on being there as soon as we opened. BUT, after I got out of the shower I felt super emotional and sad. I just wanted to curl up in bed and go back to sleep…..WTF!!! This is so out of character for me, shit NEVER gets to me and when it does I’m pretty good at brushing it off. But no, you guys I even cried!!! I can’t explain it either, maybe it’s because I’m over the midway hump and am now officially closer to 40 than 30?? Maybe it’s because I promised this year would be the year I FINALLY get healthy and in shape and it’s halfway thru the year and I’m nowhere near my goal?? Maybe it’s because I spend all my time with a 27 year old so I just feel….old!
I have no idea, but seriously, all the feels guys.
But, I rallied….I got my shit together put on a cute outfit, neckerchief and all and got my ass to work.
And it was totally worth cos….presents.