Thirty Five


I’m 35.

I wanted to write some epic amazing post that would resonate with all you 30 something people out there.

Maybe it would get shared around the internet because after you read it you’re all “this girl (woman now, I guess, shit.) gets me.”

Oh well, I’m just gonna put it all down and see what happens.

At 35 I’m smack dab in the middle of raising kids, learning how to make a home I enjoy, my career, my artistic endeavors, trying to stay healthy, trying to not go broke, and keeping my marriage going all at the same time.

I’ve lived long enough to know terrific heartbreak and intense grief.

I’ve lived long enough to also know what true happiness feels like.

One good thing about 35 is I have finally separated out from teenage drama. Teenage drama may mean different things to different people, but for me, I just don’t have the time or energy to get my knickers in a twist over stupid stuff that doesn’t even matter.

I’ve lived through the end of disco, Madonna in 30 different incarnations, neon, Rainbow Bright, The Little Mermaid, Saved by the Bell, Nintendo, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Princess Bride, grunge, The 90′s Bulls Dynasty, Guess models, the rise and fall of icons, self-indulgent rock (Dave Mathews), Calvin Klein, the Dot Com boom and burst, 911, political idiocy, endless silent and far away wars, the Great Recession, the destruction of the professional photographer, the rise of the internet, the green movement, the “me” generation and the rumblings of what I feel is the future of marketing and how we connect, blogs.

I’m living right now in a San Francisco that is very exciting but a little overwhelming and stupid all in one. Who can really afford a 4-6k dollar rent? That’s just ridiculous. And come on, if the city is so flush right now, why can’t we afford to wash the god damn sidewalks? They stink.

You see, I’m 35. I care about sidewalks now.

I both fear and embrace getting older. I am happy for where I am at now and how I have grown, but at times I yearn for my youth when my mother was alive, healthy and happy.

Every day my body looks more like my mom’s. My fingers, my knuckles, my face. Everything is starting to look like her. Maybe I first really became aware of what my mother looked like when I was 10 and she was 35. You start to pay attention more by 10.

I don’t mind the small wrinkles, the loose skin from 3 babies… Wait, that’s a fucking lie, I HATE the loose skin from having three babies but not enough for plastic surgery or any of that nonsense.

My deepest fear right now is that I would lose my children or they would lose me for whatever reason. It’s partly why I blog. If anything happens to me now or even long into the future, I want a record for them of what I felt and what it was like raising them and what a gift they were to me and how lucky I am to know them.

Well shit, I’m 35 and now I’m all emotional. Fuck, what is with these hormones? I’ve gone through 4 puberties. The first one and another after weaning each kid. CRAZY.

I don’t normally swear this much, well I kinda do, just not in mixed company or in my writing. I feel swearing is a sign of stupidity and an indication you can’t think of normal words to adequately make you point.

Well too fucking bad if you don’t like the swearing in this post because I’m fucking 35. At least most of my spelling is correct and I’m not using a lot of verys, reallys and exclamation points.

I know people older than me will say, “35? You are a baby! Wait till you’re 40, 50, 60.”

35 is actually young.

But 35 means I am an adult. There are no more excuses.

This is my life.

It’s time to make it awesome.

I’m gonna go walk the dog now.


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20 responses

  1. 35 is a really very awesome just wait till your 36 then you won’t give a shit about your age. I love your blog!

    I got really sarcastic after I turned 35. Also with lack of sleep…I do love your blog. It makes me want to visit SF. I think I’ll come in July and smell the pee.
    It rains so much up here the sidewalks don’ t stink.
    ❤️ but seriously I would love to see you.

  2. I turned 37 recently and yes, there is no escaping adulthood! It feels kind of similar to when I was 18 and realized that I was really on my own. Except now I”m really on my own with two mouths to feed and I have to buy new shoes for the 11 yr-old every 2 months because he just wears them out that fast! I really hear you about the trying not to go broke, too. Like, at some point I need to be able to retire???


    • In the words of Johnny Cash, “My bills are past due and my baby needs shoes and I’m busted.”

  3. I’m more than 35 now, but when I was younger, I thought 35 would be a perfect age — no longer a kid in any sense, but not yet old. It was pretty good. But I like where I am at now. I do care about the right things, and don’t care about the right things (I think), my kids are raised, and I did the best I could with what I had. I enjoy your posts. You are kind of like a Carrie Bradshaw for moms! Thanks for the post :)

    • You are very welcome Mary! You are always so kind and I am so glad you have enjoyed the blog. I am sure I will think 35 is the perfect age at some point too!

  4. I’m only 33 so this didn’t resonate with me at all. Just kidding. It’s like you took the words out of my mouth. Except I swear more and I don’t have a dog.

    • Ha! We should have an actual contest. I will log all the swear words that come out of my mouth and lets see.

  5. Jenny Latch is one of the best people I know and that’s since middle school. I am glad she’s 35 right alongside me. I hope it stays that way forever. :)

  6. FUCKIN’ AMAZING (excuse my french, I rarely have a potty mouth as well). This hit home for me. The point where you talk about the teenage drama. I’ve turned over a new leaf where I don’t care about any of that petty drama we go through as women. I’ll be 30 in May and I definitely feel my life shifting in a direction that is more “Adult”. I’m comfortable with my flaws (except for the loose skin lol) and I’m happy with the person I am and who I’m becoming. I feel like a caterpillar getting ready to morph into a beautiful butterfly. The best is yet to come for me.
    Thanks for this post. And you look amazing. My grandma always said, if she could be any age, it would be 35″.

    • My mom told me I would love my 30s and it has actually been true. I am glad you liked the post Tiffany. Petty drama is so freeing to let go of.

  7. Your post speaks to me on so many levels as I just turned 37 and live in wonderful SF with 2 little ones. Thank you for articulating your deepest fear. I struggle with this same feeling and it was such a relief to see it articulated in words.

  8. I didn’t quite hit the realization that I was a full-on adult until I was 40, and then it felt quite liberating. Sort of like your comment about swearing if you want to. I hope you enjoy every age as you live it! You’re beautiful! (And I picked up the exclamation points you didn’t use. After 60, you don’t care anymore what anyone thinks about your intelligence, either.)

  9. I fucking love this post. I just turned 34 a few weeks ago, and this summed up how I feel about my life, except I didn’t have 3 babies, or have lose skin, or that I live in San Fran, butttttt everything else I can totally fucking relate with!!! Oh and your a milf.. just in case your husband is wondering… :)

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