As I approach the big 3-5, I can’t help but share my birthday wish list, highlighting just how delightfully uncool it is to be in your mid-30s. Here’s what I asked my partner and kiddo for:
- Candles (I even sent my partner a coupon!)
- Two pairs of cozy moccasins
- Slipper booties
- A gift card for books
- A gift card to a store for some new unmentionables
- Anything pop culture-related, like a fun pin, patch, or a card with some inspirational words to frame.
While I genuinely want all these items, I like to think of my list as a buffet—my husband and daughter can each choose one or two to surprise me with. And yes, we’ve got a weekend planned at a “cabin in the woods” with a fireplace, where dinner reservations are a must.
Now that I’ve voiced this wish list and mentioned the cabin retreat, it’s safe to say I might as well be typing this from beyond the grave, having succumbed to the sheer mundanity of my life. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, I’ve got some chin hair to deal with, the underwear I plan to buy screams “granny,” and I’ve been battling some foot fungus. Every night, I worry I might not wake up in the morning.
But here’s the thing—being in your 30s is actually pretty fantastic. I’ve discovered the joy of being unapologetically uncool. I’ve always favored comfy underwear, books are my constant companions, and if relaxation were an Olympic event, I’d take home the gold. Hoarding candles? Totally the new cat lady vibe.
A few weeks ago, I found myself at a dance bar where someone referred to me as “ma’am.” Instead of sulking, I hit the dance floor and embraced my role as the fun older friend. I even started a sentence with “in my day” while reminiscing about how we didn’t do inappropriate dances in public. Let’s be real; I only reserve my judgment for those who love me despite my quirks.
The eye-rolling behavior of others didn’t bother me as much as it normally might. Sure, it was during Beyoncé’s “Run the World (Girls),” but I worked through it and had a blast. Being in my mid-30s means I don’t feel the need to impress anyone anymore. I have a comfy pair of sweatpants with a hole that beckons me home and a partner who loves me as I am. Plus, my kiddo is old enough to occasionally bring me snacks, even if she seems to think I’m a nuisance.
I’ve long since abandoned any shame about my affection for granny panties. The aisle for Fruit of the Loom may be the saddest place on Earth, but I’ve realized that discomfort is far worse than buying an eight-pack. Honestly, I’d proudly wave my granny panties from a flagpole if I could. And those holey sweatpants? They’re my source of inspiration—imagine where I could be if I were as dedicated to something else as I am to comfy cotton.
So bring on 35, 40, and whatever else life has in store. This Christmas, I’m wishing for laser hair removal, and I’m genuinely excited about it!
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In summary, being in your mid-30s is a time to embrace the joys of being uncool while finding comfort in the little things, like cozy clothes and a loving family.