It happened, I turned 29 and I don’t feel very different. Last time I was thinking about this I was going to be 29 but now, I actually am. I don’t feel like I have inherited some mythical power or was graced with some ancient wisdom, I just feel a little more…aware. I don’t know if this awareness is a gift of turning a year older from something bigger, or if my brain is just finally maturing as a part of the natural aging process. I don’t know, and I like not knowing, “It keeps me on my toes,” It was Doctor Who that said that by the way, the 10th doctor, my favorite.
I have been doing some leisurely research about the Quarter Life Crisis that I mentioned last time and I don’t really feel like I am going through that. I feel pretty content with how my life is right now. I’ve been married for about two years to a man I have known since I was 21 and we have two kids together a girl and a boy, so in the family and love department I think I am doing okay. I know of some people who freaking out right now because they don’t even have a prospective boyfriend/girlfriend. My only thing is that I don’t have right now is a career or job, so money-wise, I’m not doing so good.
I know I should be very worried about the having a job part, but I’m not. I feel like something is coming, an opportunity and all I have to do right now is worry that I raise my kids to be decent human beings who know the difference between being a bully and being classy. Raising decent humans concerns me more than raising my net worth, and I feel that is not a bad outlook at all.
In seven days, I am going to be 29 years old and I feel numb about that. I have heard of tales of people who freak out and radically change their lives, sometimes for the better sometimes for the worst; which is apparently normal and referred to as the Quarter-Life Crisis.
When I first heard of the “Quarter-Life Crisis,” I really didn’t think anything of it. Mostly because it was my ex-boyfriend who enlightened me of this crisis. I can’t remember what he said verbatim, but he did mention his life evaluation, a nervous breakdown, a period of heavy drinking and the many regrets that he will carry in his heart for the rest of his life.
At the time I thought this was a little extreme of him, but now as I get closer to 30, I suppose it’s not that extreme.
I forgot to hand write my posts as I went along,oops. I guess I have a new mission and a good reason to do a deep cleaning.
I am really enjoying this, creating these posts. I am enjoying this so much that I am loosing track of time way to easily. I can’t believe it’s almost four. I gotta really pull myself away and go do some mommy stuff.
This is the result of 30 minutes of writing. Everything that was liked last night, came from these pages.
That is 2 whole written pages, from one end of the book to the other of my writing. Everything that I posted last night stemmed from my 30 minute writing. I know that it was around that long because I wrote while watching It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia, one of my most favorite shows.
Someone once told me that life is all about finding a balance. If that is true then I am out of luck because staying balanced has never been an easy feat for me. If you ask my parents they would tell you that I was never the most graceful girl in school, I was the person that would walk into a parked car.
Now that you have an idea of my ungracefulness you could understand my apprehensiveness when I digest the life lesson of find “balance”