Transitions

Life's journey ....full of countless....universal transitions.....times when we leave one version of ourselves behind....in order to move forward....and grow as a person....

I wish it were as eloquent as that in the real world.....

I'm sure we all have gone through our own, shall we say, interesting transitions in life....

the transition from Child to Teenager....when your room went from having an explosion of toys...to having an explosion of dirty socks and underwear, the opposite sex is actually who you do want to hang out with....and your parents become the stupidest people on the planet....

the transition from Teenager to Adult......when you actually pick up the dirty socks and underwear on the floor, the opposite sex is actually who you want to cohabitate with, and your boss is the stupidest person on the planet.

the transition from Adult to Married (committed relationship) Adult....when your spouse creates the explosion of dirty socks and underwear on the floor (oh joy), the same sex is who you really want to hang out with....and they who are the creators of said clothing explosion is the stupidest person on the planet.

the transition from Married Adult, to Parent....when everyone in the house but you creates the massive explosion of clothing, and toys, and books, and food, and......, the you are the only person you want to hang out with, and at one time or another, EVERYONE happens to be the most stupidest person on the planet.

I myself....have just made the transition this month from a 20 something ....to a 30 something....I figured when the day came, I would suddenly feel more mature....wiser than I did 12 hours earlier...that I would be able to sprout prose at a moments notice, have a dry wit most people would admire, know the secrets to World Peace and Eternal Youth.....Yeah...not so much....

what I have learned is....the cold you get from your child is a cold sent from the bowels of hell...that OMG it's not one...but three Gray hairs I've plucked from my head this morning...that the eyebrow waxing lady...actually asked if I want my lip done...what? I don't have hair on my lip...my sister was blessed with that gene...not me...

I actually feel like I'm still a 25 year old....now stuck in a post baby, post cancer, 30 year old body...I also truly believe my parents think of me that way, because I know they don't talk to me like I've hit the BIG 3-0....most conversations have me still feeling like I did when I called home from college...

"How much money do you need?"

"acutally dad...I'm married now...remember Juice?....and I've been a career woman...bought my own house...bought my way out of a divorce...and now am finanically stable enough to be a Stay At Home Mommy....so no money needed dad...."

"Are you in jail?"

"oh boy"

I sometimes wonder if the 30's me...will be a totally new...changed me...will I decide to become a nude portrait model. Will I suddenly have an affinity for gangst rap ...and start slanging it with the younger crowd. Will I take up the cause...and become a humanitarian....or suddenly have the urge to protest something...like saying no to Day Glo....or why can't you use two manufacturers coupons in one purchase?....

I kinda just hope...I stay me....but maybe with a little bit more under my belt....just like when I was moving from the teens....to the 20's...and the next decade really didn't seem so scary...just exciting...

That seems an awful lot like a 30 something type thing to say....hmmmm....Maybe I've transitioned after all....

and before I have a senior citizen moment....(cause ya know you get those starting at 30)

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