Frog Blog

sick at home with a cold. i spent the entire weekend on the couch watching movies, bad tv, reading the paper, on the internet. and even though i'm feeling rotten, it was actually nice to have a true quiet weekend. being sick was an open invitation to relax and not worry that i'm not doing enough things. i struggle with this-- how to spend my down time. do i see my friends enough? do i have enough friends to see? do i shop too much and spend too much money on crap? do i get enough exercise? am i a big loser if i watch two movies on a perfectly nice saturday instead of geting out and enjoying? stuff like that. and somehow it always comes down to me berating myself for not being enough of a "doer."

now, though, facing the third day in front of the tv, i'm getting a little bored (and stiff). these days made me realize that i'm more of a doer than i think. i can't sit around for too long; my head gets all stuffy (literally and figureatively, in this case). unfortunately, i don't feel better enough to go for a nice long walk, which is a pity as today we're getting unseasonably high temps (it's nearly 60 out). oh well. it's rest time.

B is having a 30th birthday shindig this saturday night-- we're going to have about 23 people in our apartment! it's a good group of friends and family coming so we're sure to have a swell time. i'm not sure where everyone is going to sit, though. as large as our apt. is, it's not set up in the most condusive way for conversations pits. chances are, most people will be at the dining room table.

i've had a flurry of going out fun these past two weeks. last friday i met some gals for sushi and drinks. last sat. B and i went to a party at our neighbor's apartment. it turned out to be quite fun. i think we were older than most of the people by about 5 years. i could tell the girls were about 5 years younger than me because they all came to the party done up: too much eye makeup, straightened hair, abercrombie clothes. they all had too tight designer jeans that gave most of them the "muffin top" look. they were trying to work it. some of them succeeded. about halfway through the party i realized, with relief, that i was well past all that. not that i don't care about how i look in public, but rather that i don't feel this need to try to be and dress all cool at a social function. i showed up in the same clothes i'd worn all day: an old turtleneck sweater and some old jeans. and i felt great. it's one of the good things about being in my 30s. i can still rock the looks but i'm starting to feel comfortable in my own skin that if i'm not rocking a look, i'm still feeling fine. it's quite liberating.

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