a list of things i thought i would no longer be after 30

During Friday’s night out with the girls, they reminded me about how, at seventeen, I had boldly said that I wanted to die at 35. I remember none of it, but apparently I also said things about wanting to get educational plans for imagined future children, and similar nonsense, so. Yeah, I said a lot of shit as a young college kid who had no idea life was about to be very different from what had been within my imagination at the time.

“Thirty-five,” they said, “is only four years away.”

“Fuck,” I said.

“And we’re doing Greece pa nga when we’re 35, di ba?”

“God, Kate, please don’t die in Greece?”

“I can’t make a 100-percent fool-proof promise, but I will *try*–”

“Bawal mamatay sa Greece.”

“Ok, ok–”

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What had I been thinking, really, talking about dying at 35? Well, something has to be said about someone who’d wanted to go at her peak: Suppose this was someone who thought she’d be done by 35? To be fair, I was seventeen, so I must have thought simply doubling my lifespan at the time would have been enough for me to do everything I wanted?

It’s strange and naive, because while the years between turning twenty and turning thirty have taught me a LOT, I am most definitely not done learning just yet.

tl;dr – Kate at 17 was stupid and wrong.

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These days, I am still stupid and these days I am still wrong, and I was mulling over these thoughts as I was on the way to the grocery store on Sunday morning: There are a lot of things people expect 30-somethings to no longer be. Such as stupid and wrong, of course.

Over dinner on Friday, we also talked about skydiving. A friend said something about wanting to do it when we were younger. “But then again, married now,” she said, and apparently, that was that.

“So it does make sense to be reckless in youth,” I said. “Growing up, you tend to become more risk-averse.” At which point I dutifully began drawing a graph in my head: Risk-aversion is directly proportional to age.

Later, another one chimed in to note: “However, when you reach a certain age — say, 60 — you tend not to pay attention too much to the risk anymore.”

Which makes sense, so I edited the graph in my head to depict a bell graph, the line dipping after 60.

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So older, you could no longer be stupid, no longer be wrong, no longer be reckless. (Or so expectations go)

Hmm.

Which brings me to the point of this entry, which is supposedly a list of things I thought I would no longer be after 30 (but still kind of am):

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the end: a 2015 yearender

This year has been a horrible recording year. I wrote rarely, if at all; and from the looks of it, I was bruised from work from January (Pope Francis) to December (30th anniversary book, LJM). This year had very little breathing room, truth be told.

Anyway. Best effort to recall everything in this haphazard round-up that I am putting together on the eve of my birthday (of course.)

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#lovewins: SCOTUS legalizes same-sex marriages across US

Happy Pride! The Supreme Court of the United States has legalized same-sex marriages across 50 states — a victory for the gay rights movement, indeed!

This means, more than anything, that same-sex couples in the 13 states that still had a ban on it CAN NOW GET MARRIED so kudos to you guys. Really.

Round-up of reports, because right now I’m just a weepy mess:

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#febfeels: economics of love

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Calligraphy by Andrea dela Cruz (@aphazia on Instagram)

 

Inquirer.net has a new column called Love.Life., described as an online weekly column of contributed personal essays sharing real-life stories about love, relationships, sex—even, yes, tadhana.  A friend asked me a couple of weeks ago if I wanted to write  — like I would say no to such an honor =)

So today, Love. Life. went live, with my essay as its pilot post. I cannot begin to fathom how amazing that is for me.

Also, as expected, I wrote about love & finance. Haha. (Essay under cut)

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