Saturday, September 12, 2009

What's My Age Again?

It was brought to my attention this week that while I may be only 29-years-old, I have the tendencies of a 90-year-old. I was helping out a friend with some work he was doing at a convention center this week and while we were all sitting around talking I mentioned that I really wanted to learn how to knit. Somehow that conversation turned to how the smell of old books is one of my favorite smells. One of the other guys I was working with turned to me and said, "What are you, 90-years-old?"

Ok, so I know I enjoy some things that are often time are more typical of the older generations and that got me thinking about the way I am.....am I really like a 90-year-old?

I once was the girl always dancing on the bar and back in the day I could never imagine myself not dancing on a bar. I would start my evenings at 11PM and end them at 5AM the following morning. Well, these days I am fast asleep by 11PM and up an hour later than I used to get home.

This summer I took Jeremy to Iowa City to show him my old college stomping grounds. It was while we were hanging out at one of my old favorite places that I realized I had no longer has the desire to start my evenings at 11Pm and stay out until 5AM. Instead of dancing on bars, I have monthly dinner clubs with my friends where we have great conversations, food, and drink. Do I miss my old ways......not at all.

I fully embrace the aging process (with the exception of the whole wrinkle thing). I love how my life has grown and how I have grown-up. I look forward to having nice dinners and conversations with friends instead of dancing on bars......that is not to say that if the opportunity to do so came up that I wouldn't be the first person on the bar :o)

I have always been a bit of an old soul. This week I did learn how to knit and it is awesome! There is a craft fair in my neighborhood this weekend with a knitting booth.........guess where I will be tomorrow :o)

1 comment:

  1. Your brother now bans you from ever coming out to Vegas, I no longer claim you as blood related. R.I.P to the Danielle Manning whom I came home to visit in Chicago and we promptly got kicked out of 3 bars for being a little rowdy.

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