Thirty, Quirky, and Finally Home by Eight !

 

In my thirties now, and oh what a phase,
Trading wild nights for calmer days.
Yes, I’m aging laugh lines grow,
But with them comes a lovely glow.

I’ve found my voice, I’ve drawn my line,
I say “no thanks” and still feel fine.
No more chasing what won’t stay,
If it brings no joy, I walk away.

A concert? Yes, but make it solo,
Just me, my tunes, a private show though.
Dancing barefoot, water in hand,
In my cozy, cluttered, quiet land.

I’m married now, and peace is gold,
We argue ‘bout the thermostat but behold!
That kind of love, it grows with time,
In matching sweats, we feel sublime.

No FOMO here, I’m out the door
By sunset back by half-past four
I get it now those parental fears,
Their wisdom echoes through the years.

Becoming Mom? I see it clear,
The apron, sighs, and all that cheer.
And honestly, it’s not that bad
Being “mature” is kind of rad.

So here’s to rest and herbal tea,
And knowing just who I want to be
Thirty-something, wise and free
Still dancing wildly... just quietly.