The pressure, oh gosh the pressure. For kids. To buy a house… put down some roots… the pressure of society. But secretly, the pressure of me. I want kids. I want to find a good guy who loves me for me. Loves my flaws, my uneven skin, my not so perfect body. My bitchyness. My moodiness. My stubborn attitude at times. All of it. I have good qualities too. Have you read my blog?? 😉 corny… I know. But I do. I love trying new things. I love cooking and taking care of someone. I love making someone feel wanted and feeling wanted in return. What is a better feeling than coming home to the one you love at the end of a crappy workday? What better feeling waking up and smelling morning breath from the person who chooses you and you choose them to wake up to. It’s sweet. The older I’ve gotten the more I want to come home, change into my tank top and yoga pants and watch TV and cuddle. But also dating as you get older the less you have time for the BS. #amIright? NO time for games. NO time for someone wasting time. No time for the unnecessary BS because frankly I am too lazy to deal with it. I don’t want to so I’m not. Where are girls supposed to meet a good guy these days? Say the bar and I will virtually smack you.
30 and stilllllll single.
Aren’t we supposed to be in our dream career by now? Is that a real thing? No really.. it’s sad that very few find their real dream job. Mine is having my own radio talk show or TV show (think Chelsea Lately…) I want to just talk. Can I just talk for work? Pleaseeeeeeee. But the reality is I’m in sales. Technology sales… ohhhhhh snap. I know… I sound kind of smart talking data centers and Microsoft. But as much as I enjoy my job it’s not my DREAM job. Am I allowed to say this without getting fired?
30 and still figuring it out.
Usually this is such a touchy subject for couple’s, or business owners but for me it’s just money. I have no ties to a significant other telling me what I can spend or how much and I don’t own a business. I am nowhere near where I thought I should be with savings, 401k, investments and my bank account being nice and padded. But damn have I lived. I’ve traveled, eaten great, shopped until I dropped, workout at multiple gyms, wasted money like I was P Diddy in Vegas and sometimes I’m like really? Nothing to show for it? But I have so many stories to tell about it. And so many of those stories put a smile on my face.. but now that I’m thinking about it I guess being able to go buy a brand new Louie would make me smile too… hmm… dammit….
30 and I should have saved better.
Love, career, and money. 3 of the most important things in life for Americans. My point of those blurbs is that I am not even close to where I should be. “should” meaning by today’s standards. Statistically I should probably have $40k saved, 2 kids, a husband of 4 years, a mortgage and a career I don’t mind waking up and going each day. Reality is, I am single, my money well.. I’m just average… I DID buy a new album on itunes today so I’m not completely unfortunate and I can go to Target knowing I will spend atleast $100, I can afford to eat healthy if I so choose and I have amazing friends and family that cost nothing. So I feel rich.
I don’t think I’ll ever really grow up. And I don’t want to. I still like to act crazy. I’m always the loud friend at the bar. The one who completes all dares. I still like prank calls. Farts will always be funny. Karaoke and drinking beer in the bar will never just be a past time. I’ll still overspend. I’ll make mistakes. I’ll hurt people, I’ll get hurt. My phone case says “more issues than vogue” for crying out loud and I still drop and shatter each brand new iPhone I get within 1 month.
I think I’ll take a moment to celebrate my age, end of an era and the turning of a page Now it’s time to focus in on where I go from here, Lord have mercy on my next thirty years
In my next thirty years I’m gonna have some fun. Try to forget about all the crazy things I’ve done.. Maybe now I’ve conquered all my adolescent fears. And I’ll do it better in my next thirty years
My next thirty years I’m gonna settle all the scores. Cry a little less, laugh a little more. Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear.. Figure out just what I’m doin’ here in my next thirty years
For my next thirty years I’m gonna watch my weight. Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late. Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers. Maybe I’ll remember my next thirty years.
Some of you will read this as I sit on a plane flying to New York City with a few of my best friends. This post was written over the past few weeks so I could make sure I captured the right words. I don’t know what I will feel when I turn 30. My mom cried when she turned 30 (big wuss! love you :)) .. haha I don’t think I will cry… all I know is when this plane lands… NYC – IT’S ON!