So…this is being “in my 30s”

I’m still adjusting to this new jacket I’ve shrugged on. It’s the official being-in-my-30s starter jacket. Something that only three years ago felt far, far away.

Being 30 was new and interesting but since it came right after 29, it was like, okay I could just be 29 another year. 29 part deux. But 31 is a whole different ballgame. We’re not effing around now.

I am positive I will do this same adjustment when I have a 4 in front of my age but right now, that is too scary to comprehend. So many of my friends will enjoy at least three more years of having a 2 in front of their age. And even being 30 was okay, so add another year of enjoyment. Lucky bastards. By which time, I will be full on approaching my mid-thirties, which is almost as scary as the 4 word. I literally have heartburn as I write this. Another adjustment of getting older. Things that occurred fairly infrequently you just get used to and you say to yourself, “Yep, that just happens now.” I guess I just get to enjoy heartburn from time to time. Win.

I have a distinct memory of looking in the mirror when I was young (somewhere between 8 and 13, let’s say) and wondering what I was going to look like when I was grown up. I don’t know if it’s exactly what I look like now, because really, it’s more of the same but maybe with less eyebrow. Also I don’t think I could have predicted how much I would love coffee. Serious, deep abiding affection for that stuff.

I’ve heard from several friends that one’s 30s is “the best time of your life,” although isn’t that what they said about one’s 20s?

But like, I don’t have a house, I don’t have a husband (just a legal issue really….and a matter of a great wedding), I don’t have children, I don’t have a Master’s degree, I don’t drive my dream car (but I will, someday).

What I do have is a kickass new coffee maker – I am talking badass – a sweet dog, a Twitter account, this blog, and creativity coming out of my (large) pores. Oh, and a rather self-depricating sense of humor.

I only have nine more years to enjoy the hell out of this decade so…in the words of Andy Dufresne, I guess I better get on it. Well, what he actually said was get busy livin’, or get busy dyin’. He was trying to escape from a really corrupt prison, which in no way resembles my life at all.

Birthdays never used to do this to me.

Over and out.


  1. Rachel says:

    This post is brilliant. I too am terrified of the 4 word–I always thought it was soooo old but now it’s…umm closer than i’d like to admit! I remember being a kid and saying that when I was 30 I was going to have a brand new VW, live in downtown Manhattan and work in fashion. Yeah…not so much. But I do have a nice little spot in Boston, a great boyfriend, and just quit a crappy job. I’ll take my 30-something real life over my childhood dream any day! 😉

    ❤ you Zoe!

  2. Thank you so much, you’re such a sweetheart. You are on your way (literally) to a fabulous new life! I remember wanting a VW when I was younger, too haha. Now I dream of Volvos, Beamers, and the occasional Hyundai Genesis. I hope you’ll still keep up with the posts on the other side of the world!

  3. Rachel says:

    Definitely! This one had me laughing out loud and I had to read it to Chris.

  4. Wait until you reach the 40s!

  5. Those “best time of your life” people really ought to be tortured, because they’ve said it about every part of my life thus far and I’ve been woefully disappointed with each of them. And where did we get the crazy idea that everything majorly great in our lives would happen in the span of a mere ten years, anyway? Really, who is responsible for that? The same person who gave us Barbie as our standard of beauty, perhaps? Posters! There must be wanted posters! Upon posters! When we do find ’em, let’s take turns. Then have cake.

  6. I’m turning 30 this year! So it’s good to know 30 is OK… lol!
    “more of the same but maybe with less eyebrow” had me rolling on the floor…!
    Totally with you on the coffee thing too – screw the car, screw the wedding, but get the coffee sorted!

    • Haha I loved this comment, Moose. I love hearing I can make people laugh through my writing. 🙂

      • hehe, you have some very witty turns of phrase, and I totally get the eyebrow thing… hesitating to Lol after your last post… just take it that I actually DID laugh 😉

  7. HAHAHA no it’s okay! My friend Scott who posts here all the time told me he was self-conscious about his ‘lols’ after I wrote that and I was like, dang it, that wasn’t the intended goal!

    Please, feel free to LOL at will. Instead of writing “Haha!” as I wanted to, I will say that I am chuckling out loud.

  8. A comedian my husband I watch (Demitri Martin) uses “LQTM” (laughing quietly to myself) – I rather like that one. I’d use it all the time except nobody has a clue what I’m talking about. 😛

    • HAHA! I think Kevin likes Demitri. I like his humor except doesn’t he do a lot of songs? I don’t mind the occasional but I can’t take someone ONLY singing. Please enlighten me, though. LQTM sounds awesome. Sorry for the delay on the reply….

  9. Camille Anne says:

    I love your attitude. I’m much the same way regarding birthdays, I don’t fret them and don’t associate them with aging and decay, sometimes I’m more or less apathetic about them, but many times I look at them as, a new opportunity with optimism. Let’s see what this year brings. 🙂 Good post.


  1. […] previously written about my reactions to being in my thirties here and here, in case you want to catch up. I’ve even written about a previous epiphany I thought […]

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