But I’ve been doing it a lot lately.  Slouching, that is.  At the dinner table, while I’m driving, and especially while sitting at this keyboard day after day in a pathetic attempt to validate my stay-at-home-momness.

Can I just tell you that I used to have perfect posture?  No really.  I hate to brag, but it’s true.  Maybe it was from taking piano lessons when I was young, but I used to sit up straight as a rod at my desk in school, all day long, while my peers slouched and slept beside me.  (I’d tell you that I was also wearing a big pink bow on my head and getting straight As, but that might weaken my credibility.)  I cannot vouch for my grades or obedience as an adolescent, but dang it if I didn’t sit up straight.  Even my teachers commented on it.  For reals.

So why do I catch myself slouching so much lately?  Is it my aging spine, weakening stomach muscles, the inevitable demise of a body reaching middle age?  All good ideas, but actually, I’m pretty sure I slouch because I’m lazy.  Sitting up straight is harder.  On some subconscious level, I-think-that-I-think that all those years of rockin’ posture then have earned me the right to slump a little in my chair now.   This slightly erroneous platform wouldn’t be so dire if I didn’t find it seeping into so many other facets of my life.  Somewhere over the last decade, my high-minded ideals seem to have given way to a lesser settling of sorts.  I’m not sure if this is good or bad, so I thought I’d ask my three faithfuls to help me determine whether I need a course correction in my newfound attitudes.  I’ll break each topic into two categories:  what I thought in my twenties and what I think in my thirties.  Please review, juxtapose, and summarize your position on each in the comment box below.  (Oh, alright, fine.  Just “like” it on facebook, ya big slouch.  I never have any fun.)  Here we go:

20s:  It’ s terribly important!  It’s fascinating.  It’s about who we are, what we believe in, and where we’re going. I need to know what’s happening  every day.
30s:  It’s terribly important and not important at all.  But it is interesting.  Gets fun when an election rolls around, kind of like playoff time.  Headlines are what I have time for most days.

20s:  There is no excuse for letting yourself go.
30s:   There are plenty of excuses for letting yourself go, and good ones at that.  I consider the people I truly admire.  Their fitness level has zilch to do with it.

Decorating my home
20s:  My home is a reflection of my taste, creativity, and artistic eye.
30s:  My home is a reflection of my pocketbook. Get over it. Nobody else has any money, either.

Cleaning my house
20s:  My tidy house indicates my work ethic and homemaking skills.
30s:  My tidy house indicates that my kids have been spending too much time at Grandma’s and I’ve not been spending nearly enough time writing.

20s:  I love to cook for my family! I try new recipes and ingredients all the time. We need to have healthy, interesting family dinners nearly every night.
30s:  I love to cook for my family–when I’m in the mood. The rest of the time, cereal or spaghetti are good.  The kids are growing fine and nobody cares if there’s a side dish.  Really.  Not even a little bit.

How my kids are going to turn out
20s:  I expect my kids get to get straight As, become musically accomplished, intellectually curious and spiritually mature.
30s:  I hope my kids turn out nice, and marry someone nice.  Especially the latter; it’s a always crapshoot, no matter what a parent tries to do.  Don’t tell me you haven’t seen it.

Whether or not I’m happy.
20s:  I need to ask myself, every day, if I’m really happy. I need to make sure I’m happy.  It’s not only normal to be happy, it’s my duty.  Otherwise, I’m lazy/ungrateful/un-spiritual/you name it.
30s:  I don’t have time to check my Happiness Pulse every day, and I’m not all that interested when I do.  Productivity, compassion, and a little fun are what I try to work into my life.  (Read:  a lot of fun, with a little productivity and compassion thrown in for cover.  Who am I kidding?)

So tell me:  Am I getting wiser with age, or are my moral convictions merely weakening like the muscles in my ribcage?  And are any of you experiencing this inverted outlook on life as well?  I gotta tell ya, I’m liking the inverted position a heckuva lot better.  Call it lowering my standards or just getting real; either way, I’m breathing a whole lot easier these days.  And that’s quite an accomplishment, since I’m usually slouching.


8 thoughts on “I’m no slouch. (At least I didn’t used to be.)

  1. Jen – I love your recent daily posts – makes me day brighter! I love my 30’s because I have just decided I am who I am and I am having a hard enough keeping up with myself! Love your posts!

  2. Wiser for sure! You are a crack up and I am glad you have no kids at home all day so you have time to keep me entertained with your blog.

  3. Just so you know, you made my posture so much better the whole time I read that…and reread it to pretend sitting up straight was exercise. =)
    I agree with Lisa up there. I love your housekeeping thoughts best and the decorating ones too.
    I enjoy reading your posts. They are a hoot.

  4. I think it means you know what’s important and you’re not spending time and money on things that don’t matter. i just wonder about myself…i’m 24 and i’m already like that so what the heck will i be when i’m in my 30’s?

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