I'm Getting Old

It's true, I'm getting old. And I'm actually starting to embrace it, because really, what choice do I have? I may only be 27, but the differences that I'm discovering from Celeste at 22 and Celeste at 27 are astounding. I'll give you a few examples.

Last night I met up with several girls from my last job (who I miss terribly). We went to Mi Cocina for dinner and drinks, caught up on life, and had a wonderful time. I had one glass of sangria with my quesadillas. It was a large glass, but it was ONE glass. I got home around 8:15 and started a load of laundry....and went to bed. At like 8:30. Because that one glass of sangria made me so unbelievably sleepy (and a bit tipsy) that I just couldn't take it. If I had one glass of sangria when I were in my early twenties....well, I would have had more than one glass, but still. I wouldn't have been sleeping thirty minutes later, I'll put it that way.

Also, everything physically is much more difficult. If I take a quick jog after work, it's never really a jog. It's a walk for 90% of the time and then I try not to pass out as I jog the other 10%. And if I do a semi-difficult work out, I basically can't move the next day from the soreness. This last Christmas my cousin's little girl was making some of us "do tricks" for her, and when it was my turn I decided to do a herkie (a cheer-leading jump) and really blow her socks off. I pulled it off, and she was definitely impressed, but I paid a price. A bruised ego and sore thighs for days.

I remember my mom showing me how to do a cartwheel when I was around three or four. She took me out in the backyard and did one, and I thought it was the coolest thing ever. Now I realize how incredibly painful that must have been for her. I admire her even more.

Another unfortunate side effect of aging? Hangovers. I'm not a big drinker these days (although I feel like I talk about it a lot on here), but if I happen to go out with friends, stay out late and have a few drinks....oh. my. goodness. The horrible, pounding headache, the constant nausea, the complete lack of motivation to do anything other than lay in a dark room. So not worth it. My college-self would be so incredibly disappointed and ashamed.

And let's talk about pop culture for a moment. First of all, I don't know who ANYONE is when I watch E News these days. Where are all these people coming from? But when I'm watching TV and I see a risque commercial for a movie or television show I find myself thinking "What if a young child were watching this? How will I ever let my kids watch TV???" And the fact that they are allowing for so much cursing and sex scenes on mainstream channels...it blows my mind! I remember my parents making remarks about things like that when I was younger and thinking they were so old and lame...and here I am. Same with music. I love pretty much all music, and when it comes to hip-hop or whatever it may be, I'm in it for the music, not the lyrics. But when I start listening to what is actually being said, I am shocked! Where do they even come up with this stuff? Craziness.

So, there you have it. I am officially on the way to becoming an old lady. Occasionally it causes a bit of an identity crisis, but for the most part I'm dealing with it. I guess it happens to the best of us...