Two years ago, I said good-bye to my first blog, a space where I wrote regularly for five years. Pushing Thirtyy was my creative outlet, the place where I explored all kinds of aspects of life approaching the age of thirty, and I found that a lot of people could relate. I started that blog when I was 27 years old. I was very type A, highly motivated, with very specific goals I worked hard to meet on a very specific timeline, and I was tough on myself if I didn’t meet them.
Once I hit 30, I kept the blog going, not yet ready to move on. I’m notoriously bad at good-bye’s. I never truly let go, and for a while it was okay. But eventually I realized I was holding on to a voice I couldn’t own anymore.
It took me a long time to find my voice again. I was totally lost. For the first time in my life, I had no idea what I wanted to do next and what my goals should be.
A lot has happened in the last two years. I finally got that promotion I worked so hard for, just two years later than I had planned (plans are funny like that); I finished my Master’s degree by some miracle; I had a baby, right on schedule — or was he? I had to make a lot of tough decisions in some seriously WTF situations, but it’s all brought me to this moment. I have finally found my muse — the next chapter.
One of the many lessons I learned while writing at Pushing Thirtyy was that there are some things beyond my control, that life will often throw a monkey wrench at you when you most need a helping hand. Life is confusing, and it doesn’t get any clearer as you get older. Nobody warns you about this stuff. We’re all just sitting here, acting like we have a clue as to what is going on, and sometimes, you just have to rip the band-aid off and go with it.
This is what I am calling Adulting 2.0, life after 30. I look forward to taking this next journey with you all.