I’m a restless twenty-something with an inquisitive mind and creative soul. My positive attitude, sense of humour, and drive rarely waver.
I recently quit my job to become a self-employed consultant with the goal of doing work I love, for people I like, with the flexibility I crave. I’m going on 10 years with a guy who is good for me in all the ways that matter and I’m pretty sure I don’t know how lucky I am. I’m the worst shape of my life and am not prepared for the painful journey of getting my muscles back that lies ahead. And, to make it even more challenging (I do love a challenge), internal battles of to-eat or not-to-eat [the cookie/chocolate/muffin/box of Timbits] take up way more of my think time than I care to admit.
Contrary to Wee C, who you’ll meet next, I kind of have an aversion to growing up. Somehow, I’ve managed to be more mature, grounded and insightful than is common for my age (since I was like, three, ask my mom), yet still be fun-loving, immature and carefree.
To sum it up, let’s just say that in almost every possible way, I’m this, yet that. It’s actually kinda creepy.
I’m a newly-minted 30-year-old who has recently completed what was the most significant, fulfilling and life-altering personal challenge of my life: 30 Things before 30.
Some of the things on my list will impress you, others will bore you, and nearly all will cause you to judge me. And I’m OK with that. But regardless of what you think, all you really need to know is why my list was such a big deal to me. I’ve lived a joyful, fulfilled and blessed life, but up until the past year, spent far too much of it being up tight and never breaking the rules. Seriously, I had never ever sworn in front of my parents. Well, I’d said “slut” but I didn’t know it was a swear word, so that certainly didn’t count.
I’ve been working on my career since I was 12. Every single job I’ve had (summer or otherwise) has been intended to get me to the next, higher destination. I’ve been working 60-80 hour weeks since I was 14. Ok, 16. I was an overachieving, driven, disciplined, 20-something that was being a martyr for her work. For every single day of my 20s.
But then as I was approaching 29, I looked back and realized that I had legitimately stopped participating in life. Correction: I had stopped participating in MY life. So, the day I turned 29, I committed to spend the next 365 days rewiring my brain, learning how to stop worrying so damn much, and figuring out how to dig whatever has been up my ass for the past three decades out.
30 Things changed my life. That’s so self-help and Dr. Phil of me, isn’t it? But it’s true. Read the blog. You’ll quickly be a believer, too. Oh, and if you’re new round here, start with this post, it will make the rest of the blog make a hell of a lot more sense. And when you’re ready to start your own 30 Things (or 40, or 50, or 67), let us know. We’ll be expecting you.