What's the *worst* thing about being over 30?

[Doodaddy]

Totally copying Darlene's idea here...

Anyway, for me, it's definitely the feeling that if I screw something up I can't just "try something else next year." I've had 4 or 5 careers already, which of course means I've done exactly 0 career advancement. (I'm a SAHD now, yay! Best boss ever!)

Anyway, I'm starting to realize that an entirely fresh college degree is probably out of the question, that my chances of doing anything entirely different get smaller every year.

And you guys?

[Grammargirl]

WriterJax, it's definitely come down to special yogurt. And downing aspirin and a bottle of water before bed to pre-empt a hangover. And complaining incessantly about backaches, the weather and "kids today."
Remember when we were "the kids," and teh surefire cure for a hangover was a little "hair of the dog?"
Ouch!

[lee lee thompson]

i definitely agree--taking longer to recover from hangovers is *definitely* a bummer

[celticbuffy]

I am so with you on the whole boob lift thing! Why didn't we appreciate what we had before gravity (and nursing!) took it's toll on those babies! :) And why is it that our generation (man that makes me sound old) seemed to cover our bodies more when we were twenty-somethings, than the twenty-somethings and teenagers now?!

[Ashmystir]

Yep...I agree with Maria. I don't want to have 'career' per se. I just want a job that I like doing, get to meet interesting people and have day to day variety. If there is such a thing. Ocassional tavel sounds cool too. What drives me nuts is immature adult parents that dress the same way as their kids do or too young for their age. Mustache sucks but thank good for bleaching cream.

Maria...thanks for the tip on natural cheetos. Gonna have to find some. ha. ha.

[spiral]

just found this blog, so response may be too late, but...I have that job! :) I'm an interpreter and I love love love it! Self employed, self directed, self scheduled, do very interesting jobs, something different every day. It IS possible. :)

[Vanessa]

I think the worst thing about being in my thirties is this feeling that I should have it all figured out by now. And the unrelenting pressure my family sees fit to apply to be sure I don't forget for too long that I'm not where they think I should be in life. Another thing I hate too is the boobs are starting to sag a little. My body was fabulous in my twenties, I was just too insecure to realize it. Now I realize how wonderful it is, but each year I have this little "hey! where did that come from?" moment in regards to my body.

[Cindy]

Forget the boobs... that's easily repaired! The best thing about the 30s is knowing that all those crazy expectations in your 20s were all kinds of silly:)))

Oh, I hate gray hair... but that's an easy fix as well.

[Meg]

"worst" thing? well listening to the 20 somethings bemoaning that their body is falling apart. Please! I have hair I didn't know it would grow(eek!), I am drooping in spots that used to be so 'perky', and it takes me longer to recover from a big night out. Other than that I'm having a ball. I might not have THE job, THE property or even THE partner BUT I love me, my friends and the life I lead,

[WriterJax]

I think i was cooler in my twenties.

[Doodaddy]

That reminds me of something I just thought of the other day -- about how what used to seem kitschy is now just "lame"... I went to a party in my 20s where all the guys had grown mustaches, they were playing Hall & Oates and serving Manhattans. It was kind of, y'know, retro cool. Today, it would just seem unbearably "old."

[Sarcomical]

i'd have to agree with you, Doodaddy. it's hard to maintain the optimism of "anything's possible" when you start thinking "oh, crap, i'll be 40 any day now." and you know what's right after that, right? FIFTY. it's a mental challenge not to let yourself go there.

and honestly, i am also hating the fact that it takes a lot more work to look NOT tired. *sigh*

[Aidan]

I also hate that you start developing raised ridges along your spine and your toes start fusing together into a kind of hoof.

Or is that just me?