Picture this …
Coming home from a long day of work, classes, or BOTH. You walk in the door, quickly drop your bag that contains every ounce of life, as you know it. You quickly hop in the shower, put on your pjs and unwind. Next, you then attempt to cook a meal and decide that you’d rather have leftovers instead because that’s how tyadddd you really are. You reheat Sunday nights chicken, rice and veggies, scarf it down and make your way to your sanctuary – The BED. Club Sheets has you listed number 1 on the VIP list and DJ pillow is ready to rock you to sleep. You curl up into a ball underneath your sheets, reach for the remote, and indulge into the world of old cartoons and reality shows. This is the life of a #TwentySomethin`.
The other day, I had an impromptu taco night with my sister Ash when she posed the question, “Do you feel old some days?”
GIRL. CHILE. HUNNYYYYYY.
OLD ain’t even the word!
I’m not sure if it’s the almost quarter of a century, wannabe – not even there yet, “mid-life crisis” creeping up, but I’m relieved to know that I’m not the only one feeling this way.
I don’t know what’s happening to me … what’s happening to us.
Is it facing the reality of being a real life adult and officially Adult-ing that the woes of the Real World are finally catching up to us?
You know you’re getting old when you’re out at the function, it’s barely midnight and you’re yawning – counting down the minutes til’ you’ll reunite with your bed. Better yet, how about when you’re out on a Friday night after watching a movie, and you ask your friend “Why is everyone here?! … oh yeah – it’s Friday”.
I digress. Rant is over. Blog continues now:
Nights out partying, mall hopping to find the perfect outfit, and just rippin` and runnin` the streets have been traded for nights in, cuddled up in bed, stuffing your face with chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and watching the infamous Love Jones and The Notebook movies.
OR is it because Cuffing Season/Cuddle Up time is upon us?
Who knows. I’ll definitely save that subject for another day.
Over the past few months prior to the New Year I’ve noticed a lot of #TwentySomethin`s have been slowing it down. The turn up crew is now enjoying nights at home, and have been opting for the occasional turn up. Not the one they lived for 24/8.
I can honestly say I’m proud. It’s about time, especially when you’ve done it all, or so it seems. Living in LA there’s only so much you can do before you feel like everything’s played out. (Until something new arrives on the scene)
The real question is: How does a #TwentySomethin` cope with these new changes? How long will it last?
If you’re reading and you’re over 40 I know you’re thinking – you haven’t felt tired yet … but Linda LISTEN. I KNOWS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE!
I definitely shouldn’t feel 40 at 24, but mentally some days I’m scressed; trying to figure out what the next five years of life will look like in my eyes. On the other hand, the vast majority of days – I’m feeling, young, wild, and free! #ForevaYoung
For now, I’ll blame the #GrannyLifestyle on being in Grad school, late nights up reading (for pleasure and class), writing papers and such, my old soul nature, and the simple fact that a sista gets TIRED and enjoys a good nap like ALL THE TIME lol.
Who else feels this way? Let a sista know, maybe we can help each other out.