I guess we’re trending, now?

In recent news, the term “DINK,” – short for “double income, no kids” – and other similar terms have skyrocketed in popularity on social media. There has been mixed press… some folks have even co-opted the acronyms to create labels for parent lifestyles, which kinda defeats the purpose.

I’m not quite sure why there are so many offended parents attacking childfree influencers, telling them they are selfish. How is it selfish to choose not to add to the world’s population? To decide that we would be too exhausted, financially strained, overstimulated, or just plain unhappy if we had children? How is it selfish to opt out of the default life plan in an effort to try something different, in a way that doesn’t harm others?

Look, I get it… by choosing to not bring life info the world, we’re able/likely to focus more on ourselves. But how is that bad? Maybe we’re sparing a future kid from genetic anomalies, a history of mental illness, worsening climate change, financial instability, etc. Even if those less than ideal circumstances are not in the equation, there are plenty of us that uplift and nurture kids, be it as godparents, aunties, counselors, or teachers.

It feels like we have to defend our right to not have kids, which is ludicrous. The opposite doesn’t seem to be the case for folks that want to have kids. We are constantly asked if/when we are having kids, and when we say we don’t, people look at us like we spoke a different language. I shit you not, a random guy in a bowling alley parking lot asked my husband why we don’t want kids. When hubby mentioned the exorbitant cost as one of the reasons, the guy pulled out a wad of cash. Bizarre.

In any case, I’m happy to see that there has been so much buzz around our lifestyle. It feels like we are finally being seen as an growing cohort of people, instead of an obscure minority. Maybe other people will see that they can do what they want, instead of caving to societal pressures. You know, the way it should be, or whatever.

A Moment of Awkward Silence…

um… Hi! I have yet again let my blog languish for a few months. My bad.

As I hurdle towards my 35th birthday, I am once again reminded that I’m “getting up there an age.” There is an Atlantic article pointing out a cringeworthy mistake my generation is apparently guilty of: the millennial pause. My question: Are we really supposed to care?

There are a million other things to be concerned with: climate change, decreasing bodily autonomy, the pandemic, the economy…

The media loves pigeonholing our generations and starting fake wars between us; it’s gotten a bit tired. So, some of us wait a beat before speaking on-camera; is that really such a big deal? It’s almost like they want something else to be annoyed about. Muy petty, if you ask me.

It’s extremely weird being constantly told that I’m doing stuff that makes me seem old when I don’t feel adulty enough: my husband and I are still not financially stable enough to take a tropical week-long vacation every year, we haven’t quite figured out what we’re doing career-wise, and we have yet to host Thanksgiving at our condo. It’s ok though, we are healthy and happy and are making it a habit to take a deep breath and live in the moment as often as possible. I guess pausing ain’t so bad after all…?

Treat yoself.

Look, I know self-care is important. I’m not getting any younger, and though I’m not at the age where I’m looking to rejuvenate myself with this or that product, I’m definitely more aware of the fact that doing a few simple things daily – drinking water, getting 7ish hours of sleep, flossing – will pay off on the long run. But when it comes to things that take a biiit more effort, I can get a little lazy. For instance, I only get my eyebrows waxed when I’m at the nail salon. And I only go to the nail salon a few times a year, like right before a big event or a trip. I’d love to get a pedicure more often than the 2 times I go in the summer (don’t judge me) but by the time I’ve factored in the Metro fare back and forth, the pedi money, and the tip, my bank account is already frowning. I can be a bit cheap; it’s true. But get me in a mall during Black Friday, and all that goes out the window. *sigh…* It’s cool though, I’m slowly getting into the habit of allowing myself to spend money on things that aren’t as tangible as clothes. Because you can do your pedicure at home, but it NEVER looks as good as when your favorite nail lady does em. #facts

Post Uno

It seems a little weird that I’m starting this blog at the end of the year. It may be the end of 2017, but I feel like I’m at a point where a lot of things are just beginning for me. For starters, I turned 30 a few months ago. Big milestone, right? Well, yes and no. At 30, I definitely feel like I can put a firm wedge between myself and millennials who are in the age range of 20-25. I’m married, have a “REAL” job with benefits, transfer money into my savings account on each payday, rarely stay out past midnight, and am researching the ins and out of home ownership. I’m fucking adulting. Big time.

Even with all these big girl responsibilities, sometimes I really can’t relate to some of my friends who are in the same age bracket. This blog will serve as a sounding board for all those in-betweeny feelings, celebrations, and frustrations.

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