Putting out Fires

So this year will be my 10 year high school reunion.  Ten years?  Is that possible?  I still get carded for alcohol (although, strangely, that has been happening less lately), I still get treated like a kid at work (although, there have been 9 new people hired into my group since me, so I guess I’m not THAT new), and I just plain don’t feel like I’m old enough to have been out of high school that long. 

Recently I got myself hooked on myspace.  First of all, myspace is the devil because it sucks away hours of your life without you ever really accomplishing anything.  But, it is a great place if you need a swift kick into age reality.  You wouldn’t believe the people I’ve found on there!  College roommates, people I was friends with in high school, people I hated in high school……………..

If you believe it, I just got sidetracked for about a half hour on that stupid thing, AGAIN.  Anyway, I was saying:  so I spent an hour (or 4) last week looking up people I graduated with from high school.  Turns out the people I thought were gay are, and the people who were slutty in high school are even more so now.  But most of all, they all look OLD.  When I see someone on TV who’s supposed to be 27, I think, “There’s no way.  That actress is 31 playing 27.”  But it turns out that 27 looks grown up.

I guess because I’ve seen all my good friends from high school grow up at the same pace as me, I didn’t really notice that we were getting old.  But let’s face it:  27 is officially past party age.  Its past the age where you can say, “Oh man, I’ve got TONS of time to have fun before I’m faced with the ‘to have kids or not to have kids’ decision”.  27 is old enough where staying up until 1am is cause for celebration.  27 also feels like my last chance to look my best.  Metabolism is all downhill from here.

 So I figure its about time I start living my life more.  I spend my days off ‘resting’.  I tell myself I need it because I have such a crappy job.  I tell my husband I just need ‘down time’.  But I look around me and see people living their lives. 

So my resolution for the new year is to start living life as if I was 27.  I’m going to get back to the gym.  I’m going to take at least 5 Flickrworthy photos a week.  I’m going to clean the house more.  And love my husband more.  I’m going to read in parks and coffee houses and walk the dogs at least 3 times a week.  I’m going to ski one day without falling.  I’m going to take a class and buy nice wall art. 

Here’s to 2006:  10 years of adulthood and still counting.