(Update: This post was written in 2015, when I actually turned 35)
Today I turned thirty-five.
I wasn’t upset when I turned twenty-five. Or thirty.
Somehow, twenty-seven was a rough year for me. Not really sure about the cause of that…maybe 2007 was a bad year for everyone?
Now, I’m hitting the next milestone (or half-milestone?) birthday…and it is actually hitting me.
As I said to a friend who asked me why I was struggling: “I’m a whole new demographic now!”
He was understandably confused.
“A whole new demographic! I filled out a survey online, and I’m no longer an “18-34 year old” adult. I have to check “35-49 year old” box now! What does that make me? Am I old now?!”
I know how ridiculous it sounds.
Thirty-five just feels…weird. (more…)
”Seriously. Fuck them.”
I find myself sharing that phrase with friends more consistently in recent months. (more…)
I’ve referred to SE Asia as the Land of Coconut Cowboys for a long while now.
The term itself is combination of two concepts I’d had long conversations about – Dan Andrews’ description of visiting the Philippines as “the Wild West” and James Schramko’s presentation at last year’s Dynamite Circle conference about the dangers of resting on “Coconut Cash.”
Like so many people at a crossroads in their lives, I didn’t know what to do with the rest of my life. I was a simple girl from a small town who had few close friends, a boring middle-class background, and spent her time with a nose buried in her books.
In university I quickly realized, during my freshman year, that a BFA in Music was not going to be a great degree for me. Sitting in the stark career center, I took test after test and met with advisers and counselors dedicated to helping me figure out “what I want to be when I grow up.” (more…)