Am I Getting That Old?

It's been a little while since I blogged, so bear with me. Here we go:
Ok, so I know I say it all the time: "I'm getting old", but when I said it I was only about half kidding. I know 31 isn't all that young, but according to my older friends, it isn't that old either. Well, I have to tell you, I think I may have to take out the half kidding thing from now on. I went out to a benefit concert held by some friends to raise money for the American Cancer Society. I drug a friend along and she brought her boyfriend, and her boyfriend brought one of his friends Since it was a benefit concert, I really had no plans of dancing. I figured we would stand around, talk and listen to good music. Well, the music was pretty good and I ended up dancing a few times, along with standing around talking and drinking beer. I had a better time than I have had in a long time. The bands were great and the company was a lot of fun. But, let me just tell you, this concert was on Saturday and it is now Monday morning and my legs and shoulders are still sore. I remember a time when I would go out drinking and dancing Thursday night, Friday night, and Saturday night. Then on Sunday, I couldn't wait until the next weekend came around so we could go again. These were nights when I danced pretty much every song, not just one night where I danced three or four times. I don't know how I did it back then. I mean, these days I work out pretty vigorously four to five days a week. I consider myself in decent shape for my age, and here a few dances nearly did me in. How ridiculous is that?! I don't drink anywhere near as much or as often as I use to because just a few beers will give me a hangover. And, that hangover doesn't just last a few hours the next day, it makes me want to lay on the couch for two days. Getting older is one of those things, I guess, where the benefits and the drawbacks just balance each other out. When I was in my twenties, if I needed to lose five pounds, it was gone by the end of the week with little to no effort. Now, I have a piece of cake and it shows up on the scale the next morning and it takes weeks of watching every bite I take and working out hard for it to go away. And, we've already discussed the effects of drinking too much. However, on the other hand, as I have settled into my thirties, I have become more comfortable with who I am, I care a little less about what people think about me and more about how I feel about myself, and I finally know what I want to do with my life. And, I figured it out before I start to forget who I am. Ha ha.

Is It Spring Yet?

I haven't had much time to do much blogging lately. Once classes started back, it has been nothing but study...study...study. I know it may sound like I'm complaining, but I'm really not. I enjoy my classes this semester. Sometimes, since I am a little (or a lot) older than most of the people going to college, I end up in classes with some students that are less than serious about what they are doing there. Thankfully, this semester, that is not the case. I am in classes where pretty much everybody takes the subject matters seriously and genuinely are there to learn.

On another note, I think I remember saying sometime this fall that I couldn't wait until winter. I wanted it to hurry up and get cold. I am completely over that. Somehow I forgot that I hate being cold. I can hardly wait until spring. It is so gloomy when all the grass is brown, the trees are bare and the sky is gray more days than not. Also, more on the side of vanity, I am pasty white. I just hate that. I look like I joined the Goth movement. Now, I know that getting too much sun is not healthy, but I also know that getting too little sun is probably not healthy either, in more ways than one. Of course, we need some sun exposure for Vitamin D to help regulate the cycles of our bodies, but I personally need it to keep me from becoming such a crabby old bitty that my friends and family consider smothering me with a pillow. Does anyone else get like that?

Like I said, I can hardly wait for spring. It's already three days into February and you know how time flies. It'll be here before we know, or at least that's what I'm going to tell myself to help alleviate some of this funk I've got going. So, for those of you who are feeling the same way I am, hang in there. It'll be back to the warm, sunny days we love in no time. We just have to stay warm for a couple more months, and I know one girl who'll never claim to be looking forward to winter again. What was I thinking?