It's True What They Say...
The other side of 29 is already easier than the whole decade-worth of twenty-something birthdays and I have only been 30 for 2 weeks.
The time immediately before and directly after my 30th have been most interesting and enlightening. Upon quitting my job (my poisonous, energy-leaching, ass-kissing, nowhere-getting job) and being officially unemployed, overweight, and with a hideous stye on my upper left eyelid, I rang in my 30s on the 29th with a *sigh* sub-bang non-celebration which consisted of me and my faithful sidekick (or vice versa) getting drunk on the couch and watching movies on On Demand. This was largely in part of the fact that I refused to be seen in public with my horrible deformity and I was saving myself for the weekend on which we had a for-real, bona fide birthday celebration planned with friends.
I found myself strangely and utterly depressed due to my life situation as I officially entered my 30s, however, after much whining and lamenting things began falling magically into place! I'd always played it pretty safe with my job situation; not leaving one postiion until I had found another, etc. In this case, my dastardly, conniving, manipulative, two-faced, unappreciative and amoral boss/employer made a plan B exit impossible when I was forced, under penalty of insulting my own good sense, to tender my resignation right then and there on the spot.
Yes, the initial couple weeks thereafter were nerve-racking, not only for me but for my poor boy as well, but after the acceptance of my situation sunk in, jobs were literally flying out of the woodwork.
That dream job I'd always wanted working for myself doing research and freelance writing? Have it. More time to spend with friends, family and myself? Have it. New and exciting projects, partners and clients? Have them!
The lesson? It's true what they say...not only about the 30s being easier (per se), but that the good things you desire in life will occur if you make space for them by weeding out the bad, the emotionally draining, the unnecessarily stressful relationships and situations which seem to accumalate as we get older.
So, that 30-year-old-epiphany? Have it.
The time immediately before and directly after my 30th have been most interesting and enlightening. Upon quitting my job (my poisonous, energy-leaching, ass-kissing, nowhere-getting job) and being officially unemployed, overweight, and with a hideous stye on my upper left eyelid, I rang in my 30s on the 29th with a *sigh* sub-bang non-celebration which consisted of me and my faithful sidekick (or vice versa) getting drunk on the couch and watching movies on On Demand. This was largely in part of the fact that I refused to be seen in public with my horrible deformity and I was saving myself for the weekend on which we had a for-real, bona fide birthday celebration planned with friends.
I found myself strangely and utterly depressed due to my life situation as I officially entered my 30s, however, after much whining and lamenting things began falling magically into place! I'd always played it pretty safe with my job situation; not leaving one postiion until I had found another, etc. In this case, my dastardly, conniving, manipulative, two-faced, unappreciative and amoral boss/employer made a plan B exit impossible when I was forced, under penalty of insulting my own good sense, to tender my resignation right then and there on the spot.
Yes, the initial couple weeks thereafter were nerve-racking, not only for me but for my poor boy as well, but after the acceptance of my situation sunk in, jobs were literally flying out of the woodwork.
That dream job I'd always wanted working for myself doing research and freelance writing? Have it. More time to spend with friends, family and myself? Have it. New and exciting projects, partners and clients? Have them!
The lesson? It's true what they say...not only about the 30s being easier (per se), but that the good things you desire in life will occur if you make space for them by weeding out the bad, the emotionally draining, the unnecessarily stressful relationships and situations which seem to accumalate as we get older.
So, that 30-year-old-epiphany? Have it.
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