Don't get me wrong I love being in my 30's. I am more confident of my own abilities. I am a much better mother because I have 13 years of experience with it (although the teen thing is starting to throw me for a loop) I am a better cook. And I am one year away from becoming a professional educator, like I have always wanted. I can go to a bar, have a great time and still be legal to drive home. I eat a healthier diet.
But I am also coloring my hair regularly because if I pull out all the grays I will begin balding. I have aches and pains that I never knew I could have. I can't do somersaults on the kids trampoline with out the lingering threat of an ER visit. I don't like to smile at myself in the mirror because it amplifies my wrinkles. The bottoms of my feet are hard and crackly, (pumice stones hurt, but it is summer) and my hands are starting to look old, I hardly recognize myself.
I liked 32. I think I will just stay 32