On May 3, 2011 I wrote:
A year from now, I want to be able to say, “when I celebrated my 30th birthday, I was barely making enough money to get by; I had just moved from my 3 bedroom house to a basement apartment because I couldn’t afford my rent. I had no couch, no real food (certainly nothing healthy), and Chase and I were living off of not one, but TWO payday loans. I was fatter than I had been in years, felt worse than I had in ages, and looked more sickly than ever before. I was tired and stressed. I didn’t have any concrete plans for my future. Hell, I didn’t even have a vague idea about what I wanted to do with my life at all, … but now look at me!”
Well, it’s 2 years later. Since that post, I got a raise and I paid off my most draining student debt. I haven’t had a payday loan in almost 24 months (and I would rather die than take out another one). I moved out of the Gypsy’s basement and into a 3 bedroom house that Chase and I actually like, AND we have a new couch that we paid for in cash. I still weigh more than I’d like, but I just had a baby 10 months ago (totally going to milk that until Sprout is 20 years old), and I am within my recommended BMI. I’m trying not to let the numbers on the scale bother me because I feel like I am betraying all of womankind when I do (although, it would be nice if I had some clothes that fit). I am frequently tired and stressed because I have a wee one who keeps me up at night and a preschooler who keeps me on my toes all day, but at the moment I’m feeling pretty optimistic. I have a 1, 5 and 10 year plan. I still don’t know what I want to *do* with my life, but I kind of suspect I am performing some variation of it right now.
So I’m doing pretty good comparatively, is what I’m saying. And 32 is going to be even better. I’ve reached a point in my life where I am eager to be an Adult (capital A, Adult). I’m sick of complaining about the same things over and over – it’s time for change. My theme this year is action and follow-through. I’m ready for it. Let’s do this!