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Oct062013

I'm 37. There are a few things I thought I'd have figured out by now. 

My birthday was exactly one week ago (in case you didn't know, it was on September 29. You may want to mark your calendars so you are ready for next year). 

Luckily, I was spoiled rotten on that day. My husband indulged my pretentious foodie cravings at the type of restaurant where the waiter sheds a little tear while describing your salad, then I got to sleep in and was treated with Starbucks in bed -- special not only because Facebook kept insisting that it was international coffee day, but because my Viennese husband isn't a fan of mass-coffee houses. So a win for me. And then we had lunch at Shake Shack, because hamburgers and milkshakes, obviously. An off-leash hike with Lola and the boys rounded out the day. 

And my gifts? I was given a bus made out of Lego, four (count them, FOUR) rainbow loom bracelets -- including the fancypants starburst pattern, two hand drawn cards and Lucas gave me some sweaters and stuff and, get this: SNOW SHOES. HAHAHA. That's the best gift of all, because it means that my Austrian has finally accepted that this Caribbean Queen will not be a skier. I like my feet planted firmly on the snow, thank you very much. 

It was a great day. 

But now that I've been a 37 year old woman for an entire week, I'm realizing that there are things I thought I'd have figured out by now but I haven't. What's up with that?

For example, I thought that by the time I was 37 I would have some sort of real hairstyle figured out. I still don't know how to use a hair dryer except in the most basic way possible, which is to get wet hair dry. (Pats self on back.) But styling it? A mystery. 

I also thought I'd feel like one of the grown ups by now. While I certainly don't feel like a teenager, I have moments every day when I look around for the real grown ups who are sure to come by and handle things. Things like all the paperwork that the schools keep sending. And when appliances break down -- there's nothing like that moment of panic. WHAT NOW? Call the grownups!

I thought I'd intuitively know what's for dinner by 11 AM. And a fully stocked pantry. (All I can say to that is HAHAHAA.)

I thought 37 year old me would surely have a sophisticated wardrobe, go out to fabulous places regularly, know how to hang a painting so that there are no bare walls in my house and master the souffle at last. 

I have yet to achieve any these things. 

But the GREAT thing about being 37 is that I'm absolutely fine with that. 

Cheers, fellow adults. We're the ones in charge now. (Hoo boy.) 

Reader Comments (8)

Happy birthday!!! An know that you are not alone….I still don’t know how to properly use a blow dryer either, (TG for flat irons and I guess I got spoiled growing up with Dominican salons), I am not learning how to ski ever (I think is a Caribbean girls thing), I definitely look for grownups to save me (almost on a daily basis and heck my American boy peel plantains for me)…. I am hoping I get more time in the future to plan meals and I wish I would be ok investing more $$$ in my wardrobe but from your story it seems things might remain this way when I hit 37 but as you said, the best of all is to be ok with who we are; confidence and acceptance are skills every adult should have down… Congratulations!

I turn 30 in two weeks and every other day I'm like, OH CRAP! Who is in charge?! Like, it doesn't seem possible that there is no one else around to make decisions for me. Though I am very VERY thankful that at this point in time I am not responsible for anyone but myself. Phew.

October 7, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterHeather B.

I love birthdays, mine and others'. It's the one day when you get to be silly, selfish and unconventional without anyone thinking that it's weird or extreme.

Happy belated birthday!

October 7, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterPaloma Cruz

I love birthdays, mine and others'. It's the one day when you get to be silly, selfish and unconventional without anyone thinking that it's weird or extreme.

Happy belated birthday!

October 7, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterPaloma Cruz

Belated birthday greetings, Roxana! I'd like to be able to assure you that you'll eventually feel like a grown-up and in charge, but at 52 I''m not there yet! Maybe we're late bloomers! :-)

October 8, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterRaquel

So true! I am 36 and am too waiting for someone to organize my junk drawer, make my appointments and remind me to buy toilet paper before my last roll. Don't worry--I never know what's for dinner and usually invite myself over to my parents. They let me in since I gave them their only granddaughter:)

October 8, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterHeather

Happy belated birthday, friend!

I'm almost 35 and I still feel like someone is going to burst into my house and ask who's in charge. I hardly feel old enough to be married and to care for a small person. Yet, here I am. Also: ponytail EVERY DAY. I really should figure something else out hair-wise.

October 10, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterRhi

I love this post! I turned 40 on 7/11 (in case anyone is making a birthday list) and I feel the same way you do. We need to do a bunch of repairs on our house and I often think, "Good golly! How am I supposed to know what type of flooring we need. Isnt there a grown up who can handle this?"

My advice for the hair...I was in the same boat as you and whether I spent an hour or 2 minutes on my hair, the results were the same and very blah. Then I got a pixie cut and I LOVE it! It looks great in two minutes and even better after 7. I don't know what I would do for a full 10 minutes! And I feel like I'm finally getting a bit of a handle on makeup, my nemesis since 7th grade. I'm calling this the year to Find My Fabulous!

October 18, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterDanielle

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