Heart Blog: Jennifer Aniston Has Wrinkles Too →
Dear you,
Today I met Jenifer Aniston.
Prior to this meeting, I had never actualy met Jennifer, logistics didn’t matter though, I considered her one of my best friends. We had never spoken either, it didn’t matter. Still besties.
Jen. I loved you on friends, I died when someone cut off all your hair, I loved Ross, I loved that purple walled apartment. I loved when you married Brad Pitt, I knew you had promised to make his favorite banana shakes for the rest of your life. I vowed to kick Angelina down the stairs for being a husband stealer. I fist pumped into the air when at 40 you went naked on the cover of GQ surrounded by hot model babes.
Next, I looked at the poor, less than steller woman version I was in the mirror, and then I hated myself a little. You were 40. You had perfect skin, perfect boobs, and a perfect tan. You also have perfect hair, and you never age.
Then, I actually met Jennifer Aniston in person. She was perfect, beautiful and lovely, but I couldn’t help but notice, right there in the middle of her forhead was a giant wrinkle. The kind you get from smiling alot. The kind you get from 30 years of laughing/crying during romantic comedies.
So what does this all mean?
I am turning thirty this week. I feel about 12 years old. I am in a constant state of discovery and wonderlust. I’ve never felt better, liked myself more, or felt deserving of all the good things the universe is throwing my way. But, I’m getting old. Society makes me feel bad about this.
But, alas the moral of my story.
Jennifer Aniston has wrinkles too.
We can all relax now.
Love, me
lost. confused.
Lately I have been truly struggling with “what I want to be when I grow up.” I find my self constantly going back and forth with what I think may be cool careers. The problem is that I find too many things interesting and find myself repeatedly living my life through other people. I’m always doing what other people think is best for me and what other people want me to do. At the start of 2012 I made a vow that I would start doing things for me. Some days I wish I knew what that was. I spend so much time please others and living up to other people’s standards for me that I have a difficult time knowing what it is I even want anymore. It’s getting to the point where I feel like if I found something I like I’m not even sure I would know if I like it due to the feeling like I have so many things for people to live up to.
Everything happens for a reason. When I was younger I used to question some of those cruel people were in my life. Those people were there, so when the great friends entered my life I would be able to appreciate them even more. Well, I’m beginning to believe the same is true for love in my life. I’ve been single almost my whole life. I know what it’s like to be single, I know who I am as a person and am my own person. So, when the right person does enter my life, I will be able to appreciate them. Some days I wish that day was sooner rather than later, but then again. I don’t even know what I want tomorrow, so how would I know what I want in a relationship.
It is hard to picture myself in a life with somebody else, because I can’t even picture myself in my own life.
Hey you with the Mountain Dew sitting behind me. Please sit behind me every game. :)
Here we go, 2012 →
One of my NYE resolutions: “Stop concerning yourself with things that are out of your control.”
12 has always been my favorite number. I know 2012 is going to be a year to remember. Can’t wait! Here’s to a healthy and prosperous year, that’s the best yet!
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