Being 30 and realizing that life at this age is not what you thought it would be or what you strived for…. Ugh!!! Now, we are trying to figure out what we each really want to be, do, and have. The transition from being 20-something to 30-something has been stressful, disheartening, annoying, and a lot of work. Yet, the experience is still exciting, rewarding, and always interesting. So we guess 30 is the new 20 because there is still very much to look forward to.
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Sunday, August 30, 2009
Jenny who?
IM 30, NOW WHAT.
No, seriously, now what???
I want to start of by apologizing.
I’m sorry 18 year old Jenny, I have let you down.
I remember how excited you were at your high school graduation.
You had your whole future before you and you had a PLAN. Which reminds me of my favorite saying, "If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans." (What a nice God by the way...)
So maybe I should stop making them and see what happens because the planning thing has not worked out so well. I am 31 years old and all my well made plans, well, have made other plans...
After graduating high school, I entered UC Santa Barbara as a biology major, and was promptly removed from the department after my first year.
Okay...so I wasn’t going to be a veterinarian...they don’t make that much anyway, and I am going to make money with my big fat Bachelor of Arts degree. Or so I thought. I am pretty sure at 18 I thought I would be rich. Why does every kid in high school think this?
I’m actually an attorney. But still not rich. I’m not exactly sure how it happened. I sure in hell did not plan for this. It’s a blur really, something about 4 years of working full time and studying part time. When all of my friends were enjoying their mid 20s, I was either taking exams and/or crying, attending lectures or studying...that time will be referred to as the most boring period in my life.
The 18 year old Jenny thought everything would have fallen into place by 30. It has not. I even gave myself an extra year, 31, still not quite what I expected.
The 18 year old Jenny thought I would be driving an expensive car. I am now on my third Honda. The 18 year old Jenny also thought she would live somewhere cool...I live in Antelope, California. Cool is over there somewhere.
I did not see myself having children when I was 18, and so far I have not let my 18 year old self down in that department, although 28 year old Jenny is not thrilled with this.
But what I can tell 18 year old Jenny, is that she ends up marrying Tony. Tony tells you 5 years later at a wedding, you know the one, where you were the bridesmaid with the black eye...that he always thought you were cute. Good thing you never knew that in high school, because if you had known, you would have made man-getting-plans and you most likely would have f*cked that up!
So what it comes down to is that sometimes I feel like I am having a third life crisis of sorts...Not sure what my point here on earth is. But I am all for figuring it out!
No, seriously, now what???
I want to start of by apologizing.
I’m sorry 18 year old Jenny, I have let you down.
I remember how excited you were at your high school graduation.
You had your whole future before you and you had a PLAN. Which reminds me of my favorite saying, "If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans." (What a nice God by the way...)
So maybe I should stop making them and see what happens because the planning thing has not worked out so well. I am 31 years old and all my well made plans, well, have made other plans...
After graduating high school, I entered UC Santa Barbara as a biology major, and was promptly removed from the department after my first year.
Okay...so I wasn’t going to be a veterinarian...they don’t make that much anyway, and I am going to make money with my big fat Bachelor of Arts degree. Or so I thought. I am pretty sure at 18 I thought I would be rich. Why does every kid in high school think this?
I’m actually an attorney. But still not rich. I’m not exactly sure how it happened. I sure in hell did not plan for this. It’s a blur really, something about 4 years of working full time and studying part time. When all of my friends were enjoying their mid 20s, I was either taking exams and/or crying, attending lectures or studying...that time will be referred to as the most boring period in my life.
The 18 year old Jenny thought everything would have fallen into place by 30. It has not. I even gave myself an extra year, 31, still not quite what I expected.
The 18 year old Jenny thought I would be driving an expensive car. I am now on my third Honda. The 18 year old Jenny also thought she would live somewhere cool...I live in Antelope, California. Cool is over there somewhere.
I did not see myself having children when I was 18, and so far I have not let my 18 year old self down in that department, although 28 year old Jenny is not thrilled with this.
But what I can tell 18 year old Jenny, is that she ends up marrying Tony. Tony tells you 5 years later at a wedding, you know the one, where you were the bridesmaid with the black eye...that he always thought you were cute. Good thing you never knew that in high school, because if you had known, you would have made man-getting-plans and you most likely would have f*cked that up!
So what it comes down to is that sometimes I feel like I am having a third life crisis of sorts...Not sure what my point here on earth is. But I am all for figuring it out!
Kathy who?
30! Three zero! Thirty years old. Correction…31 years old. WTF! How did time fly by so quickly? Ten years ago, I graduated from college and had just started my new “grown-up” job. After a couple of great years of living and working in Santa Barbara, I made my way back to San Diego. During this time, I worked in the restaurant & bar industry. What a great job for a girl in her mid-twenties! The huge perk was that I worked for a place that threw the biggest parties at the beach. But that is exactly all it ever could be for me.
At age of 28, I started getting antsy. I was not being challenged. Everyday felt the same. I had very strong friendships with many people, but had not yet had a committed relationship. I was bored and frustrated. I knew had more to offer, not just in regards to a job or career, but I felt, and still feel, that I have something more meaningful to contribute to society. This was the beginning of the transition out of my party-girl lifestyle.
So what did I do to get myself out of that sort of lifestyle and into the “real world?” I applied to go back to school. Not just any old school. I did the prep work and application process to go back to law school. By the grace of God, I managed to get into a law school in San Francisco. Boy oh boy, did I have a difficult first year in law school. Now that experience is over, I have learned a lot more about myself. I better understand some of my abilities, some of my limits, and some of my goals. I am only aware of some of the work I have to do on my self. “Some” is the operative word because at this point, I do not know all of my abilities or all of my limits. In challenging myself, I am continually learning new things about myself. More things will change down this super interesting road.
At this time, I am working on my MBA, “Master’s in Blackout Alcoholic.” In all seriousness, I am working on my MBA, Human Resources concentration. I also work part time in retail, something I thought I would never do. But, with the shortage of suitable jobs and the need to make some sort of income without compromising my moral character (I’m sure you catch what I’m throwing down), I work in retail knowing its just a means to an end.
This is an introduction to the blogging bandwagon that my college roommate, Jenny, and I have jumped on together. Although she has a completely different experience than I do, we do have some common ground, mainly not being where we expected to be in our early thirties. The value in writing our perspective is that maybe we can reach other people who are feeling more of the same, and who care to share their story with us, to give us more perspective, but more importantly, to help us feel better about ourselves. Kidding.
Each week, we will pick a topic and offer our experiences and ideas. Hopefully you all enjoy our little ditties. We also hope that you send us feedback and we definitely welcome you to not only follow us, but please participate. We would love to have guest bloggers!
At age of 28, I started getting antsy. I was not being challenged. Everyday felt the same. I had very strong friendships with many people, but had not yet had a committed relationship. I was bored and frustrated. I knew had more to offer, not just in regards to a job or career, but I felt, and still feel, that I have something more meaningful to contribute to society. This was the beginning of the transition out of my party-girl lifestyle.
So what did I do to get myself out of that sort of lifestyle and into the “real world?” I applied to go back to school. Not just any old school. I did the prep work and application process to go back to law school. By the grace of God, I managed to get into a law school in San Francisco. Boy oh boy, did I have a difficult first year in law school. Now that experience is over, I have learned a lot more about myself. I better understand some of my abilities, some of my limits, and some of my goals. I am only aware of some of the work I have to do on my self. “Some” is the operative word because at this point, I do not know all of my abilities or all of my limits. In challenging myself, I am continually learning new things about myself. More things will change down this super interesting road.
At this time, I am working on my MBA, “Master’s in Blackout Alcoholic.” In all seriousness, I am working on my MBA, Human Resources concentration. I also work part time in retail, something I thought I would never do. But, with the shortage of suitable jobs and the need to make some sort of income without compromising my moral character (I’m sure you catch what I’m throwing down), I work in retail knowing its just a means to an end.
This is an introduction to the blogging bandwagon that my college roommate, Jenny, and I have jumped on together. Although she has a completely different experience than I do, we do have some common ground, mainly not being where we expected to be in our early thirties. The value in writing our perspective is that maybe we can reach other people who are feeling more of the same, and who care to share their story with us, to give us more perspective, but more importantly, to help us feel better about ourselves. Kidding.
Each week, we will pick a topic and offer our experiences and ideas. Hopefully you all enjoy our little ditties. We also hope that you send us feedback and we definitely welcome you to not only follow us, but please participate. We would love to have guest bloggers!
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