A December to Remember

The countdown begins of my last few days in my twenties!!

It’s funny, when you’re twelve you don’t think; it’s my last time to say, “Twelve”…or when you’re nineteen, you could give a ding dang dong that you’ll NEVER see your teens again! But for some odd reason (devilish grin here) at 29, reality sets in!! If you don’t watch it, you could go into a major deep-down depression, too! Folks start coming out the woodworks to remind you of how old you are and how much longer, counting down even the last few hours, of the last moments of your twenties you have left! They try and remind you of how things are about to majorly change! It’s like-Ugh, Hello?! Life doesn’t stop at thirty! It only just begins! And it doesn’t stop at 39…when you’re forty another set of life issues, wonderfully good and the dreadfully bad occur! And it surely doesn’t stop at 49! 50 is the half-century mark…you BETTER do it BIG! But heck…the way people have been approaching me about turning 30…I may as well strangle myself now, or go and walk the plank…because once you’ve passed your twenties…it must all go downhill from there! LOL!

And maybe that’s been the case for some people. However, alas, life is what you make it! You can sit and wallow over loved one’s being lost, opportunities being missed, doors slamming in your face, life just not treating you right. But let’s face it- life’s a…well, you know the big b-word I’m referring to!

Well, it is! However, you can’t rely on other people to make things happen for you; you HAVE to do it yourself! You surely can’t rely on someone to make you happy, create happiness or allow vulnerability to allow you to make stupid, irrational decisions! Realize life, as we know it, is not over until that fat a$$ lady sings!

Until you take your last breathe you still got some living to do!

Don’t even get me started on the fact that I’m not married or with child (heck I mean kids) right now!! Holy molley, I must have committed some type of cardinal sin for not having one or the other. Oh. And it amazes me that people have the nerve to think something is really wrong with me for not having kids! EGAD! I mean, in their eyes, forget the husband! It’s like, who? Oh the man you’re supposed to M.A.R.R.Y before jumping in the sack with him and begin procreating!! Yeah! HIM! They could care less about asking if I’m married. The question of the hour is always- (in a matter-of-fact, you –are-some-type-of-leopard way) You ain’t (notice ain’t) got no (notice the double negative) kids?!! (Like I’ve committed blasphemy LOL)

It amazes me.

And when I reply, “No. I’m not married.” Or “My last name hasn’t changed yet.” They look puzzled, frazzled and downright confused! Loll! It’s all good though, I know society has made it that way…but I’m sticking to my guns. You can think what you want to. You can even get offended. Ask me do I care. Go on, ask me.

The answer is NO! Being 29 on my way to thirty with not a true life-altering responsibility in the world, or without baggage, or drama, or bruises and batters, war-wounds, divorces, separations, my name dragged through the mud, or any other imaginable thing you could fathom is pretty darn good to me. I do alright! And I’m feeling JUST FINE about leaving 29! TRUST ME! I’ve had enough fun and the time of my life for eight twenty-year olds! I’m looking forward to what all this hoopla about thirty is! Ready to party like its 1999!! (Clears throat) the year I graduated!

XOXO,

(see ya December 11th)