So, I turned 30 a couple of months ago and I have been struggling a little bit. I certainly don’t feel like I should be in my thirties but I also know that I can’t hang with those in their early twenties either. I just don’t have the stamina anymore. Perhaps that comes from being a homebody for so long. Anyway… One of the biggest things I have been struggling with is age appropriate shenanigans. More specifically, body piercings.
Over the years I have had many piercings in many different places…. Hold up! STOP, and get your mind out of the gutter because I did NOT have any piercings there. However, one piercing I had always wanted from a young age was my tongue. When I turned 18 that was one of the first things I did. I still have it and it has been my favorite piercing by far. Here’s my conundrum: is it still age appropriate? At what age do we have to pause and re-evaluate ourselves? I’m 30. Is it time to remove my tongue stud? I can say with absolute certainty that I do not want to. I don’t feel like its time but I also don’t feel 30 and that doesn’t change the fact that I am.
Most of the time I don’t even know it’s there. It’s like a body part. I don’t draw any attention to it or to myself for having it. But still, there are days when I take a selfie or a snapchat with an open mouth laugh and I see it. Even though I love it and I would feel sort of naked without it I also see it and think it’s hideous and that I am too old to have a piercing of that nature. Am I wrong? Is it still socially acceptable for a person of my age to have one? Do body piercings expire?
I suppose life goes on and throughout our lives our tastes change. We wear our hair differently, eat foods we used to hate or hate foods we used to love. We wear different styles of clothing or even change the décor in our homes. If I look at myself objectively and give you an overview of how I have evolved as a person I would describe those changes as becoming more sophisticated. Personally, I see no sophistication in any piercing other than earrings. Which I have plenty of as well.
To grow up, accept my evolution, and move forward or to remain in a constant state of being in my twenties? I know the answer. I know the person I want to be. I know the person I am growing into… The struggle is real and the memories are bittersweet. Saying goodbye to my twenties isn’t easy but it is inevitable.
Growing up doesn’t get any easier as a grown up.