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A friend of mine turned 41 last month, and she mentioned that she wanted her 30s back. I found her comment intriguing because at the ripe old age of 42, I (usually) don’t feel that way at all.
Sure, I wouldn’t mind my 30-something metabolism and lack of age spots, but what I recall of my 30s is that they were some of the most stressful years of my life. You couldn’t pay me enough to repeat them.
As I pondered my friend’s statement, though, I remembered how I felt turning 41. It kind of sucked ...
If you want to feel delightfully young and horrifically ancient at
the same time, go out on a Saturday night with your former roommate and your
husbands in the town you where you went to college.
This is the lesson I learned recently while sipping a sugary Long
Island iced tea the size of a Big Gulp (only $4!). This disgusting concoction seemed
like a great idea after four glasses of wine and a comment from the bartender that
I was old enough to be his mother.
OK, so that’s an exaggeration. What actually happened is I told the ...
A year ago today, I woke
up for the first time in my Milwaukee home. I was excited about our new chapter
in life but also exhausted from the three-day drive across country and overwhelmed
by the unpacking.
Mostly, I was terrified at
having left behind a circle of friends that had taken more than a decade to
create. My emotional stability was in question—so I guess things were actually
pretty much the same as always but I worried about life without having dear
friends close by.
I was right to be concerned.
Only in the past decade has ...
Having spent the past
four days visiting my best friend from high school, I woke up this morning in a
curious funk. I should have felt refreshed and happy, on a post-vacation high.
Instead, I was melancholy and moody.
It shouldn’t have come
as a surprise. Hanging out with someone who giggled with you when you were a
pimply faced teen with braces and a poodle perm surely lights up something
inside you akin to a heroin rush (I assume given that I have never partaken in
heroin). Of course, the rush is followed by a crash and major ...
Funny thing about friendships—you can’t become
friends with someone without first having been strangers. Didn’t our parents
always say “never talk to strangers?”
Us introverts take that advice to heart. We hate
talking to strangers—it’s like walking into the flames of hell.
But when you move to a new place, you have two
choices: put yourself out there or wallow in loneliness. So into the fire of
small talk and introductions I have gone.
When a mom I’d only met only twice invited me to
join a new book club that some of the ...