Twenty-Somethings vs. Thirty-Somethings

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In case you haven't noticed, I have changed things up a little bit. Normally I blog about every day things and relationships, but lately I have been conducting interviews with some of my fellow authors. First up was the young, but talented author, mother and businesswoman Pinky Dior. Then veteran author Deatri King-Bey dropped by my page to tell us what she has been up to. And last week I had the pleasure to interview Aaron Bebo which was gnarley. So many people dropped by to view their interviews so I've decided to keep it going by bringing you not only veteran authors, but also authors who are new to the game and I will also interview the people who read what we write by interviewing readers! So stay tuned for more...I'm so excited.

Now on to the topic of this week's blog:

Twenty-Somethings vs Thirty-Somethings

I was casually scrolling through my Facebook news feed when I noticed that my beautiful first born child, Ta'Keyha (Chee for short) posted a picture of me that was taken over ten years ago. After I screamed bloody murder I then looked at the picture and I laughed. I thought, gosh I was so young, gosh I was so naive and gosh I was so SKINNY! I almost couldn't believe that it was me in the picture, but I remembered taking the picture one night at a local night club with an ex-boyfriend. My daughter took the liberity of blacking out the ex-boyfriend (Thanks Chee).

Then I sat back and remembered my twenties. My twenties were a time of going to night clubs with my girls, coming home at wee hours in the morning, drinking whatever it was that I could afford or sweet talk my way into, dating different guys and most importantly being able to fit into a size seven pant.

Ahh my twenties those were times to remember.

Did I have fun? HELL YEAH!

Would I change anything? HELL NO!

Would I like to do it all over again......HELL NO!

See I look at my twenties as a time of discovery, in my teens I had no clue who I was, but I didn't have the freedom to find out because I had a cerfew, but in my twenties I set out to find myself, but mostly I was out to find the next kickin' it spot. But I digress. In our twenties we only THINK that we are adults, but we are still learning what it really means to be an adult. We learn that when you have an apartment that apartment comes with bills and those bills aren't the responsibility of mommy and daddy they actually come in YOUR name. We learn that we like having lights and water, but in order to have lights and water we must pay bills and in order to pay those bills we have to get a job. It is in our twenties that we learn that in order to keep that job we cannot spend every night in a night club partying. Well we can because unlike in our thirties we have the stamina to stay up all night shaking our groove thang.

In our twenties we find love or so we think. We think that hunk in the grey wife beater that we met at the laundry mat is our soul mate. We don't care that he has three kids by four different baby momas or that he lives in his grandmother's basement those things pale in compairson to his hazel bedroom eyes and the little dimple on the right side of his nose when he smiles. Who cares that every time he uses your car (that you paid for with your money) he always brings it back damn near on empty because the amount of electricity that we feel when he touches us only makes us swoon.

The twenties are a time when our favorite jeans fit our slender hips like a glove no matter how much Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia we eat. Forget sweating it out at a gym, in your twenties you work the weight off on the dance floor to some Lil Wayne!

Now when I'm at the mall school shopping for my half-dozen and I run into a giggly bunch of twenty-somethings do I look at them in envy? NOPE.

Not because I have a few more hooks on my bra than them and not because I don't have a care in the world. Instead I smile because I remembered how bliss ignorance can be. Now that I am in the thirty-something club I have one thing that these twenty something don't. I have a sense of self.

See in your twenties you are still busy discovering yourself and how you fit into the world around you, but when you get into your thirties suddenly a lightbulb turns on in your head and you know exactly who you are and how you plan to fit into the world around you.

Being in my thirties dosen't make me bitter, so I can't go braless on any given day or that my ass has seemed to drop a few inches below the equator. Who give a shit that don't I know how to do the catdaddy. I am actually proud of the fact that I finally have to use my vision insurance that I pay $13.45 for each paycheck and I know how much I've paid into my deductible this year and that I actually compairison shop to get the best value on dish washing liquid! I relish in the fact that I make sure that I am in bed by 9:30pm so that I can wake up fresh for the work day. I love it that instead of marathon sex my husband and I now run a marathon to see who can get into the shower first so they won't have to be in the cold zone. I love the fact that my friends and I have other things to talk about besides men, clothes and night clubs we now talk about our kids, the difference between an IRA and a Roth IRA and how to get the best vacation deal to Mexico, not to party and meet men, but to relax.

One piece of advice that I'd give my twenty-something self is: Nothing. I wouldn't change one thing about my twenties. Sure I stayed up late, partied hard, wasted time on the wrong guy, but it was through my twenties that I learned to be the amazingly confident thirty-something that I am today.

I love being thirty because I love knowing exactly who I am and what I want. So to all of you twenty-somethings good luck because I wouldn't trade places with you for the tinest Joe's Jeans in the world.

TTYL!