Being 30 has blown my mind in many ways. Chief among them, I feel I have aged out of free Slurpee day at 7/11.
My time has become precious as I am busy with other things like, work, getting to and from work, and getting so sweaty in yoga that drops of sweat sometimes get into my eyes when I do an inversion. Oh boy, does that sting. I am too busy to wait in a line.
With some pounds to lose, it isn’t worth the empty calories and it breaks my dirty ketoaquarian diet. Not to mention I am slightly too old to walk around with a neon blue tongue. Though, I am not perfect, I walk around with red hot Cheeto dust fingers from to-to-time.
Even though I know single use plastics are far from a leading cause of Climate Change, I want to avoid the disapproving glares of people riding electric Scooters around Santa Monica, CA. I don’t want to be known as the lady (once again, 30) who used a plastic lid and flaunted it publicly. The nerve it would take to be that lady, and I, I am a coward.
Mostly, though, I have started to wear white and that is not the sort of concoction someone who has their shit together enough to wear a white shirt would drink.