The word, "denouement," is French. It means the events following the climax of a drama or novel in which such a resolution or clarification takes place For some reason I thought my 30th birthday would signify a denoument in my life. I couldn't have been farther from the truth. I haven't achieved resolution or clarification about anything.
29 was a traumatic birthday for me, more so than 30. It was the end of my twenties and I only had one year left to cling to the idea of being young and free. I did a lot in that decade. I graduated from undergrad and graduate school. I moved in and out of my parents house about 8 times. I was a vet tech, a pastry chef, and a social worker. I lived in three different cities and figured out how to live on $80 a month. I figured out who I didn't want to be with romantically and I figured out who I did. I found incredible friends and I realized that some were only there for a little while.
On the otherhand, there are things I am glad to be rid of that I did in my twenties. Skills I acquired: how to do a keg stand, how to play the politics of a sorority, how to drink and dial ex-boyfriends, and how to do late night last minute school projects. There were many mornings I would stand in the shower and cringe of embarressment of whatever I did the night before.
I wonder what my thirties will bring. Perhaps it will bring more self-confidence and less shower anxiety.
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