the thirties
So , I thought that I was adjusting to being in my thirties, There are a bunch of things to adjust to: sagging boobs (thank goodness not even enough that my husband notices), the need to buy eye cream and sunscreen, and the fact that losing even one pound takes 17 hours of cardio. Oh yeah, and the fact that I have no job and no real guarantee that I will have one even after I get my PhD. But today brought it all to a new level. My dad informed me that my uncle passed away suddenly and that an auntie (those of you who are desi will know that this has nothing to do with blood relations) just had a stroke and is unconscious. Add to that the fact that my husband's grandmother was just diagnosed with cancer, my nanny has severe asthma and diabetes, and I only have one grandparent left... I am just starting to realize that death is becoming so much more of a reality in my life that I need to learn how to deal with it. And figuring out how to do that is a bit daunting. Thank goodness Ed and I have healthy parents and that is very far away. Those of you in your twenties: be happy that you don't have to deal with this at such a big level yet. And. wear a bra! Believe me, I went to a hippy college and then lived in San Francisco. The results of that are catching up with me. It ain't pretty. Well, it's still pretty fabulous, but we are definitrly going downhill.