Last Sunday i dragged myself out my saturday night champagne haze to meet a friend/mentor/ all around kick ass lady for a walk around the silver lake reservoir (yeah that’s right I power walked, don’t judge me, I do that enough to myself) – said friend/mentor had just taken a step back from her red hot writing career to, as she affectionately stated “try and get knocked up”.
As I looked around that shinning morning I noticed we were surrounded the neo east side, tattooed, kambucha chuggin, world music playing “young” families. I took a closer look at these “young” parents, looking past the yoga pants and aviators, and noticed wrinkles, and not just on young “Archie”* and “rugby'”s* necks. These parents must have been power walking around the block for a while before deciding to pop em out.
“This is the norm Jess”, my friend continued ” We do our careers until our late 30’s and then we do the whole family thing, don’t worry you’re doing it right” I smiled, feeling a bit relieved that someone could some up my lifestyle as normal. As much as I try to stand my “I am single girl hear me and the sound of my undeniable success roar, and fuck you I don’t bake” ground, it was nice to hear it reaffirmed, especially coming from someone I’d happily get up on a Sunday morning for.
* The result of hipsters getting to choose their own baby names
