Getting this job has started me thinking about a lot of things. For those who can't do math or don't know what year I was born, I turned 30 exactly twenty days ago. It has been a strange transition. It hits me kind of hard about once a day. And I don't have anything profound to say about it. I suppose that I didn't really have plans for when I got to this place in life. But then again, I didn't think I would be here.
My sister says 30 is the new fabulous. I take some comfort in that. But then I am reading in Esquire that 39 is sexy. BTW, Esquire is my subscription, not Nate's...and yes, I know it's strange.
Now that I have turned 30, I cannot imagine turning 40. (Am I going to live that long? This was also kind of my reaction to turning 20 and looking forward to 30.)
But reading about "sexy at 39" kind of...well, actually totally made me feel better. That and the fact that Tiny Fey is almost 38 and totally hot, successful and funny. I would totally make out with her.