Now that I know I don't have to enter that stage any time soon (by choice and also because I'm celibate as fuck*), I feel a lot better. I've also realized that 30 is three full years away, which is actually a really long time, especially when I think about all I've done in the past three years:
- started a blog
- moved (twice)
- dated (the wrong) people
- left the country for the first time
- threw a birthday party for my cat
- became a fem-nazi
- got my nose pierced
- got a tattoo
- apparently went through a teenage rebellion
- ran a 5k
- admitted that I fucking hate running
- lost 20 lbs
- gained 10 pounds
- fell in love with dragons
- got my Master's
Briefly, let me tell you how I got here:
- I stopped doing things I don't like to do. This one's pretty key. My roommate recently pointed out that I haven't taken a praxi in a long time -- a praxi (problem taxi) is my version of an Irish exit. I used to take them a lot, probably weekly. I don't anymore and that is because I avoid people and places I don't want to be around.
- I started eating more than 60 calories for lunch. This is highly recommended. You know, on account of the health and stuff.
- I was asked (and/or forced) to give presentations. Once you get over the initial fear, public speaking is a great way to feel really confident and smart, especially when you're in front of an audience that hasn't the slightest clue what you're talking about.
- I became a feminist. So enlightening! You should try it. (Feminism is an equal-opportunity movement and does not discriminate on the basis of race, color, religion, creed, sex, sexual orientation, gender identity, national origin, ancestry, age, or any other protected status.)
- I am self-involved. This sounds negative, but it's not. You can be self-involved and not selfish. At least I hope so. Do you, is what I'm saying.
- And lastly, this:
*See what I did there?