As I approach the big 3-5, I’d like to share my birthday wish list, a reminder of just how fantastic it is to embrace the uncool side of life in your mid-30s. Here’s what I sent to my partner and child:
- candles (yes, I even forwarded a coupon)
- two pairs of comfy moccasins
- cozy slipper booties
- a gift card for books
- a Lane Bryant gift card for some new undies
- something pop culture-related, like a fun pin or a quirky card with words I can frame.
While I genuinely want all of these items, I think of my list more as a buffet of options—my husband and daughter can choose a couple of gifts to surprise me with. Also, we’re planning a retreat to a “cabin in the woods” with a fireplace, which requires dinner reservations. After putting this list down on paper and thinking about my cozy getaway, you might as well assume I’ve kicked the bucket from sheer boredom over my own life.
Let’s not forget that I also deal with chin hair, have an impending foot fungus situation, and frequently contemplate my mortality at night. But honestly, being in your 30s is a riot! I now have the perfect excuse to rock the uncool vibe without a care—granny panties have always been my go-to, books remain my passion, and I could win gold in the art of lounging.
Just a few weeks ago, I hit up a bar with dancing, and an employee referred to me as “ma’am.” Instead of sulking, I hit the dance floor like a momma-bear, giving some playful advice to the younger crowd. I started a conversation with “back in my day” and wrapped it up with, “my hands weren’t on the floor with my butt in the air.”
It’s worth noting, I wasn’t bothered by the fact that my inner wild child was feeling out of place; I was more miffed by how much room two people were taking up in a tight space—during Beyoncé’s “Run the World (Girls),” no less! But I powered through and had a blast, because that’s the beauty of being in my mid-30s: I have zero need to impress anyone. My beloved, albeit worn-out, sweatpants are calling my name, and I’m lucky to have a partner who loves me just the way I am—not to mention a child old enough to fetch me snacks while I lounge.
In my younger years, I would have been embarrassed to admit my love for granny panties, but now, I’d proudly wave them from a flagpole if I could. The aisle of Fruit of the Loom may be a sad sight, but I know that feeling uncomfortable is worse than snagging an eight-pack of comfy underwear. The greatest myth out there? That granny panties signal a life devoid of romance—that can be etched on my gravestone.
Also, my trusty holey sweatpants inspire me to stay dedicated to comfort. While others pursue grand adventures, I’m all about that cotton life. Bring it on, 35 and beyond! For Christmas this year, I’m hoping for laser hair removal, and I can’t wait for what’s next.
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In summary, being in your mid-30s is about embracing the uncool, enjoying life’s simple pleasures, and celebrating who you are.