I was asked for a program note for But Not For Love and this came flying out of me. Since it appeared so quickly and with such force, I thought I should spread it around more generally. If you come see the show, this is what you’ll find in the program under a heading like “A Note From The…
Simultaneously enlightening and disturbing.
So, I got to meet Lil Bub today at the Walker Art Center’s Internet Cat Video Festival. Pretty much the best event of the summer! I’d seriously been looking forward to it ALL summer. Watching 80 of the most amusing/brilliant cat videos that exist on the internet together with 10,000 people, all sitting on a grassy hill on a gorgeous summer evening in Minneapolis was … well, indescribable!
This is fabulous! At 29, I still hold onto the “things happen for a reason, things will all work out” philosophy that I adopted early on in college. But a funny thing happened to me when I went from being 28 to 29 a little over a month ago… I could suddenly understand the “31” in this song in a way that I don’t think I really could have a year ago. I’m 29, but I can see 31 over the horizon… and it makes me a little nervous.
As an adult in my post-college early 20’s, I hated being seen (and referred to) as “so young.” It felt like older adults didn’t always accept and respect me as a fellow adult. (It didn’t help that I worked in an environment where there were at the time only a handful of others my age.) Throughout that time, I longed for my late 20’s and for some reason came to the conclusion that 28 was the perfect age to be. Twenty-eight was far enough away from high school/college age that I figured people would start seeing me as an actual adult by then, while at the same time, it was under the 30 year mark that - in our time - is perhaps more of a marker of true “adulthood” than 18. (BTW, see Jay Gabler’s piece in The Tangential today for a thoughtful reflection on age in 2012 and how our perceptions of it have changed.)
Well, 28 came along and, honestly, wasn’t nearly as glamorous of an age as I imagined it would be, although I must say that I finally feel accepted into the “adult club” now (well, okay… for the most part). But suddenly at the age of 29 (and single), I can feel 30 staring me in the face; in fact, I think I went through a bit of a quarter-life crisis on the occasion of my 29th birthday. Thankfully, for now, I still optimistically hold onto the “it will all work out” philosophy (in Swedish, “det ordnar/fixar/löser sig”). I’m curious to know what 30 - and 31 - hold in store for me… but I’m none too eager to get there and find out. I think I’ve officially reached the point where I’ve stopped longing to be older. My 22-year-old self would probably not believe me if I told her that this day would finally come!
Shared this photo on my work’s FB page today. Knowing that there is some controversy about royals in general, I braced myself for potential negative comments, but hoped there wouldn’t be any.
“Geez, Will - get a heart” — This lady’s comment - in response to an anti-royalist comment - won the Internet for me today!
But then, just around midnight, the last comment came in… take a look. Ugh. Do I delete, ignore, respond…?!?