Here it is. My last blog post as a 20-something woman, before I turn 30 tomorrow. And I'm shitting myself.
Now, I'm not exactly sure what I'm shitting myself over. I mean, I'm not worried about not having settled down, gotten married, bought a house, and had a stable white-picket-fence lifestyle. Because I've had that. I had all that before I was 25. I decided that all that wasn't where I needed to be and got a divorce.
It's not that my biological clock is ticking. I don't want kids and never have. That's another reason my marriage fell apart. I have furbabies, and they make me ridiculously happy and I'd just like to grow my family with more kids with 4 legs or feathers or gills, etc.
It's not that I haven't traveled or experienced the world. I've experienced a lot. Before my ex and I separated, we did a 3-week tour of Europe that took us through 9 different countries. Since I moved out from his place, I've taken greyhound trips across Canada from Ottawa to Vancouver, then flew from Vancouver to Halifax, and took the greyhound back from Halifax to Ottawa. And I lived in Burnaby, BC for one month before not being able to make rent and having to come back to Ontario. And I've lived in Toronto, ON, twice now, and spent a year in St. John's, NL in between.
It's not entirely the concern of my education all going to waste, either. I have my Advertising Diploma and I spent about 3 years in Pembroke working for various non-profit organizations in a marketing/ fundraising/ event-planning capacity. And then, since I got my Computer Systems Technician Diploma, last year in St. John's I only did IT work (aside from 1 banquet waitressing shift), and have already started and completed an IT contract here in Toronto, with rave reviews from my supervisor.
So, I think my problem is just money. For the first time in my life, I have bills that are a couple months overdue and no way at present to get caught up on them. Man, if money weren't an issue, I'd be fucking excited about turning 30. I'd be strutting my almost-30-y/o-ass around downtown and saying, "Yeah, that's right. I've got 3 decades under my belt, and look like I've only had time for maybe 2 1/2. Aw, giggity."
I think tomorrow I should do my just-turned-30-now-what resolution list. It feels about that time.
And I know how to throw together a sic Halloween costume in half an hour. With age comes wisdom.
Now, I'm not exactly sure what I'm shitting myself over. I mean, I'm not worried about not having settled down, gotten married, bought a house, and had a stable white-picket-fence lifestyle. Because I've had that. I had all that before I was 25. I decided that all that wasn't where I needed to be and got a divorce.
It's not that my biological clock is ticking. I don't want kids and never have. That's another reason my marriage fell apart. I have furbabies, and they make me ridiculously happy and I'd just like to grow my family with more kids with 4 legs or feathers or gills, etc.
It's not that I haven't traveled or experienced the world. I've experienced a lot. Before my ex and I separated, we did a 3-week tour of Europe that took us through 9 different countries. Since I moved out from his place, I've taken greyhound trips across Canada from Ottawa to Vancouver, then flew from Vancouver to Halifax, and took the greyhound back from Halifax to Ottawa. And I lived in Burnaby, BC for one month before not being able to make rent and having to come back to Ontario. And I've lived in Toronto, ON, twice now, and spent a year in St. John's, NL in between.
It's not entirely the concern of my education all going to waste, either. I have my Advertising Diploma and I spent about 3 years in Pembroke working for various non-profit organizations in a marketing/ fundraising/ event-planning capacity. And then, since I got my Computer Systems Technician Diploma, last year in St. John's I only did IT work (aside from 1 banquet waitressing shift), and have already started and completed an IT contract here in Toronto, with rave reviews from my supervisor.
So, I think my problem is just money. For the first time in my life, I have bills that are a couple months overdue and no way at present to get caught up on them. Man, if money weren't an issue, I'd be fucking excited about turning 30. I'd be strutting my almost-30-y/o-ass around downtown and saying, "Yeah, that's right. I've got 3 decades under my belt, and look like I've only had time for maybe 2 1/2. Aw, giggity."
I think tomorrow I should do my just-turned-30-now-what resolution list. It feels about that time.
And I know how to throw together a sic Halloween costume in half an hour. With age comes wisdom.
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rudiecantfail:
Happy birthday 
datsun:
Happy Birthday!