It’s been a minute since I’ve put anything up here! If you’re a human being in the world, you already know that the pandemic has put a damper on most of everything. Like a stifling wet wool blanket, but less cozy. You get it. Thankfully, there were a few other things that got in the way of blogging that were actually good:
- I had a really lovely and creatively satisfying semester at school that got most of my write-y attention.
- I was taking a stab at the real estate thing. I liked the way it worked around the writing and the potential for financial growth, but the struggle was real. Not my market and not my jam. I said goodbye to my short lived real estate career early in the summer. Hello and goodbye. Aloha, if you will.
- I had an internship writing professional bloggies. Picked up some new keywords like AI and HR and DE&I. Twas fun.
And now I’m here! Still nursing part time and writing in the other times. Nursing is tiring as hell and a lot of us are struggling BUT here is the real news:
- Im turning 29 next week. (P.S. When I first wrote this I accidentally wrote 24 and cringed a little bit—you couldn’t pay me to be 24 all over again. Shudder.)
- I archived a lot of my old posts. Sorry if you wanted to poke around there a bit, but feel free to DM me if you need to read about heartbreak/divorce/trauma/recovery/etc. It’s still a part of my story, and very much still haunts me once in a while (as much as I wish it wouldn’t) but I’m just leaning towards a little more privacy in that chapter right now. Sometimes I feel a tiny bit badly for how open I was and the people I might have pissed off/made uncomfortable. Sometimes I don’t. Mainly I try to have compassion for the hurting girl who wrote some things to make it hurt less. Either way, I’m ready to shift the focus a bit.
So. Shifted focus:
Twenty nine. The last year of the most ridiculous decade. There was graduation, a marriage, a divorce, a few different states, a few stabs at new careers. Two graduate programs (one that I quit), three dogs, eight houses, and about a million hours in therapy. How to close this chapter?
I didn’t want to spend the year sulking about the things I won’t have by the time I’m thirty—you know, the things that the world measures success by: spouse/partner, property, financial stability, satisfying career, a group of friends to meet for brunch every Sunday. I’m choosing to celebrate what I do have—an income, a solid family, friends across the country who love me from afar. A killer roomie, a silly dog, a bed to sleep in. My health.
And, adult-y “success” or no, I’m going to get SOME things accomplished this year. And they’re going to be COOL things. Things that make me smarter, freer, healthier, happier, and more grateful than before. I’ve got a list of thirty and some backups (just in case, because, you know, COVID).
Stick around to see 😉