Oh Sh*t. I'm 31.

I've been thinking a lot about the time between 30 and 31.  This new world that I've entered into, the world of my thirties.

First, I swear I turned 30 and my body just started laughing at me when I wanted to do things.

Me: Good morning!

Body. Yeah. Right.

Me: Let's get motivated!

[Pause]

Body: Oh you wanna run today? HA! Here is some sciatica pain for that nonsense you were spewing about running.

Second, I realized that I had developed a life of rules.  My own "Dexter Code", expect I wasn't a serial killer of serial killers (to my knowledge).  World, meet my code.

1. Care deeply about what others think about you.

I don't give a crap what any other website tells you. 

You should always, always, always know what people think about you.  Then, ask yourself, "I know that X feels Y about me.  Does X feeling this way build me up, encourage me, and improve my life everyday?"  If the answer to the question is NO.  Get rid of them.  If someone in your life doesn't feel that you are a gift, find someone who does. 

2. Never settle in love.

Love means something different for everyone.  Find what makes your heart swell and keep it.  Better to be alone with yourself, living to make yourself happy, than to be in a situation that makes you always feel deflated and stagnant.  Do this before you make a commitment to someone.  They deserve to feel the same way about you.

3. Health before wealth.

I've told many people this.  I actually learned this one in my late twenties.

I will never be rich, but I WILL always be happy.  I am determined too.

4. "30 is the new 20, and 40 is the new 30" is a load of crap.

I'm 31 years old.  I act like a 31 year old woman.  I do things that 20 year old's MIIIIIIGHT do.  In the end, research PROVES that the more productive you are in your twenties, the better establish and ready to move into your thirties you will be.  So, are you twenty?  Good... get your crap together.  :)

5. Live.  And do what makes you happy.

So, confession time.  I moved in with D after knowing him face-to-face for 47 days.  You heard that right.  I spoke on the phone to this man on April 1st... and moved in with him on May 17th.  NOOOOO foolsies. 

I'll blog more about this at a later day, but for now... you should know that it was the best decision of my life. 

I dragged my feet through MUD with my last relationship.  I learned that sometimes it's okay to go fast, and sometimes it's okay to let your heart lead you.  Even if you mother is shitting bricks and freaking out. (yes, mom.... I know you did, and I love you for it).

So, now you know how to blend into society and be a successful Kim.

Lucky you!