When I Grow Up I Wanna be a Firetruck

Yes, I realize it has been a long time. No excuses from me and no questions from you, alright?

I am going to be 34 years old in two weeks.

In two weeks time, I am going to not just be jobless, but also careerless. If you don’t understand the difference between the two, let me explain:

Job = temporary work placement that is not necessarily in the field of choice you desire, but hey, at least it is employment!
Career = an assembly of all the jobs you have taken in a certain field that provides opportunity for advancement, personal growth and knowledge.

 

I am not excited to be entering this year of my life with yet another ball of feelings telling me I am not accomplishing what I am supposed to be doing.

I am more confused than ever, actually.

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One Day You Wake Up & Realize You Don’t Know Everything

Perspective: One Day You Wake Up

My perspective:

Have you ever encountered someone who will fight tooth and nail to make you see their point of view? Or, maybe you were in a situation where a person is obviously wrong but is so damn sure they are right, they become angry?

Have you been that person?

If you have never been witness to those things, then you probably didn’t meet me when I was in my teens and 20’s.

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One Year – Am I There Yet?: It’s a Blogiversary


Yesterday was Waking Up Thirty’s first birthday –  a blogiversary and one full year of blogging!

I started writing a sort of round-up post about the beginnings and naivete I had about blogging in general when I first started, but the post was not coming to me.

Then I woke up this morning and realized I really didn’t want to write that post and had something else on my mind.

 

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Stop Playing the Victim

“You are not the victim of your choices.”

The other day I was wallowing in self-pity – another day of not doing. I hadn’t worked toward any of my goals. The manufacturers of my living room couch just had to make it so incredibly comfortable, didn’t they? Facebook needed so much of my attention. I wasn’t feeling like my futile attempts were getting me anywhere, so why bother? I was playing the victim role – even though the situation I was in was totally in my control.

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