Next week I will officially enter the last year of my 30s. Yikes! I thought I would take a few minutes to reflect upon what that means for me. I would like to say that after the tumultuous 20s where everything is high drama and emotional angst, the 30s calm down and adulthood takes over. Although it is partly true, I feel like my 30s were the hardest decade yet. When I was in my 20s I thought everything was a big deal: no one understood my struggles, no one had it worse, there was injustice everywhere and only me to fight it. It was exhausting but it was also a blast...I could party all night and still go through a full work day relatively unscathed, I had no attachments, I changed jobs with ease and boyfriends with nonchalance. I went into my 30th birthday guns blazing but quickly leaned that the body can't handle the things it did with ease once 30 hits. My nights out started ending earlier and my days at the job got longer and more complicated. Bills got higher and I no longer ...
The fabulously eccentric non conformist, poet Allen Ginsberg said, "“To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.” This blog is not to gain followers or to show off my writing skills, but instead to express my thoughts and feelings about the world through words. I believe words have the power to change and move people and through writing them, change oneself. This is what I am doing in this blog...changing myself one word at a time.