In my 20s...
This is going to sound so nerdy, but I'm genuinely excited to see some old-school LJ-ers starting to pop back up here! In just sitting here thinking about it, this place was SO different when it was more active. Guess this is what happens when we grow up, huh?
Speaking of growing up... Last night I dozed off on the couch watching my new favorite show - I (Almost) Got Away With It, woke up around 11, and ended up spending a few hours (ugh) tossing and turning. In that time, I got to thinking about my 20s. Gosh, this LJ is practically a blow-by-blow of most the major stuff that's happened since I was 20! I have no idea if this is everyone's experience, but I realized that I spent the better part of my 20s trying to prove/proclaim that 'the cheese stands alone!' vs. balancing my innate need for having a supporting cast (who were/are always trying to jump in and save me...from myself. LOL!). In the last 10 years, I've moved 9 times, had 5 jobs, dated 3 guys (ouch), fought and made up with my parents twice, mourned an aunt, an uncle, and a grandfather, and rode a horse once. I've had my heart broken more times than I can count and have done good so many times I never bothered to keep track. Sometimes I was very financially secure, sometimes I wondered why I didn't even have enough money to hit the vending machine for a Coke. Homie and I have traveled up and down (and up and down and up and down) the East Coast. I've struggled with addictions and depressions. The drama of my mid-20s could have been great fodder for a Lifetime Movie. But ya know...I think the most important things to come out of my 20s were (1) that taking risks can pay off (see: career in Marketing, meeting Prince Charming) and (2) that I've constantly fallen down but I've always dusted myself off, gotten back up, and attempted to soldier on with the faith that "trouble don't last always", which my dad has always tried to drill into my head. And I've been fortunate enough that my troubles have always been temporary.
So I have all of these grand plans for my 30s. Like...uh...yeah, actually I've got nothin. I just have hope. Hope that my job/career situation gets better (OMG if I'm still doing this at 40...!!). Hope that I can have a family (somedaywheni'mready). Hope that Charlie Sheen ceases to be Top Story news sometime very soon because I'm already over his shenanigans. You know, pie-in-the-sky type of dreams. My biggest hope/dream/wish/fantasy is that I can get back to the point where I'm actually enjoying my life again.
Signing off from my 20s,
Tica
Speaking of growing up... Last night I dozed off on the couch watching my new favorite show - I (Almost) Got Away With It, woke up around 11, and ended up spending a few hours (ugh) tossing and turning. In that time, I got to thinking about my 20s. Gosh, this LJ is practically a blow-by-blow of most the major stuff that's happened since I was 20! I have no idea if this is everyone's experience, but I realized that I spent the better part of my 20s trying to prove/proclaim that 'the cheese stands alone!' vs. balancing my innate need for having a supporting cast (who were/are always trying to jump in and save me...from myself. LOL!). In the last 10 years, I've moved 9 times, had 5 jobs, dated 3 guys (ouch), fought and made up with my parents twice, mourned an aunt, an uncle, and a grandfather, and rode a horse once. I've had my heart broken more times than I can count and have done good so many times I never bothered to keep track. Sometimes I was very financially secure, sometimes I wondered why I didn't even have enough money to hit the vending machine for a Coke. Homie and I have traveled up and down (and up and down and up and down) the East Coast. I've struggled with addictions and depressions. The drama of my mid-20s could have been great fodder for a Lifetime Movie. But ya know...I think the most important things to come out of my 20s were (1) that taking risks can pay off (see: career in Marketing, meeting Prince Charming) and (2) that I've constantly fallen down but I've always dusted myself off, gotten back up, and attempted to soldier on with the faith that "trouble don't last always", which my dad has always tried to drill into my head. And I've been fortunate enough that my troubles have always been temporary.
So I have all of these grand plans for my 30s. Like...uh...yeah, actually I've got nothin. I just have hope. Hope that my job/career situation gets better (OMG if I'm still doing this at 40...!!). Hope that I can have a family (somedaywheni'mready). Hope that Charlie Sheen ceases to be Top Story news sometime very soon because I'm already over his shenanigans. You know, pie-in-the-sky type of dreams. My biggest hope/dream/wish/fantasy is that I can get back to the point where I'm actually enjoying my life again.
Signing off from my 20s,
Tica