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  1. Life Observations: The Pre-Midlife Quandary

    March 25, 2012 by me

    There’s this quote on my chalkboard door that reads, “Do more than exist”. Have no idea who wrote it, where it’s from, but I get it. I really do get it. And from the dinner I just had with friends, it seems we’re all starting to “get it”.

    There was a time in my twenties, right after college, where I went through a post-collegiate letdown of sorts, aptly named, “The Quarterlife Crisis”, where your optimism of having just spent your last four (or five or six) years in college oozed through you, only to be obliterated by the reality that was now your day-to-day life. No one prepared you for “life”. No one told you that the first job you got you wouldn’t excel in…no one told you that you might get fired for no reason other than “you’re expendable”…no one told you how to live your life. For years and years, society, your family, your friends all told you how to live your life. How you were going to live your future life. How you were going to have 2.5 kids and a white picket fence with a slobbering dog by such and such age, and how you’d bask in the glory of your retirement at such and such age, and that everything in between would just be work, family…life. No one prepared you for the inevitable downfall that things like the recession and bills and suspended matching retirement brings.

    So it comes to no surprise that when I finally reach that age when I feel like I have this thing called “life” down…when I finally feel like this is where I’m supposed to be at the exact moment I’m supposed to be, I find that others around me are going through what I am coining, “The Pre-Midlife Quandary”. Now, the “Pre-Midlife Quandary” finds people who have gone through the rigamarow of post-collegiate life, work life, family life, etc, and are now starting to shift their thinking towards their future lives…a future that they are not satisfied with. They feel their lives propelling them down one road, when they desperately want to take another road but are too scared. So they’re stuck at this fork in the road of “Societal Acceptable / Safe / What your parents would have done” versus “Against the Norm / Risky / What your parents warned you never to do”.  They’re left at these crossroads of “the life I want” versus “the life I’ve already carved out but don’t necessarily want anymore”. They ask themselves, “is it too late to change the course of my life?” These people have too much energy and too much life left to just throw in the towel. They are at a crossroads of life, pondering whether its better to have stability or better to have happiness.

    Two of my friends are going through this very quandary right now, and I feel inspired by their chutzpah, so I must share.

    Exhibit A: Music Man. A 30-something guy who finds himself unsatisfied with his work and life situations. Instead of blindly going through the motions of this life, where he could see himself years down the road, unhappy, unfulfilled and generally uninspired, he decides to quit his job, sever ties with life situations that were leaving him unhappy, and start anew. Start completely over. And as scary and unstable as his current life is, he finds himself oddly happier — because he saw his life heading down a road that he didn’t like, and still had the energy to know that if he didn’t do something to change his life…no one would. And this new life path may not work out the way he planned — he may fail miserably, he may find out it wasn’t what he wanted after all — but the point was that he was going to try his damndest to succeed so he knew that when the time came, he could say he tried everything in his power to make his own damn dream come true. To live the life he wanted, not the life that anyone else wanted for him. To not go down the safe road, to take that risk of the unknown and embrace it. And he’s all the happier for it. He may be unsure of his future, but he is sure of one thing — that it’s his. And no one can take that sense of pride away from him. He won’t admit it, but since he’s been on this journey, he’s got a little more sparkle in his eyes.

    Exhibit B: Lady Mac. A 30-something mom who drastically changed careers a couple years ago, to the point where she became a little unrecognizable. Nothing bad, you just saw some of the gusto leave her bravado.  Hardly noticeable to the untrained eye, but I am highly trained in her bravado, so I knew something was up. She has a great life, a good job, a husband, an adorable kid, and by the looks of all things, was headed towards that societal “white picket fence in the suburbs, two car garage” existence, which had never been her ideal, but she didn’t think she minded it either. It just seemed like the natural progression of life, and she was fine with it, even if it did seem a little bland for her taste. This was her life. But she never fully embraced it, there was always “something” that seemed uneven in her life, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. And then, suddenly, a speaker at one of her panels sparked something in her — something she had been missing for a while –  and it was as if she awoke for the first time in years. She felt alive and exhilarated and couldn’t imagine ever going back to the way things were before. She started questioning everything — in a good way, in the way that only being excited about possibilities can bring. There was more spring in her step…more mile-a-minute storytelling that had been sorely missed…more life in her face…more…her. And the possibility of something great far outweighed any of the risk involved. Because for once in a long long time — she felt inspired by life.

     

    And it has been these two stories that have made me realize that it is never too late to change the course of your life. This is your life. Yours alone. Nobody, not society, not family, not friends, not even the voices in your head can tell you how to live it. You must decide for yourself. And I am utterly inspired by my two friends who have hit “The Pre-Midlife Quandary” and are happier because of it. I only hope that if (or, come on, when) that quandary hits me, I’ll have their stories to guide me.


  2. Story Time: “Semantics of Relationships”

    March 17, 2012 by me

    Here’s a laugh riot for you…this was written by me in Los Angeles on March 31, 2004…

    8 years later, I’m hilariously finding not much has changed — I still find myself a sarcastic writer when it comes to areas of the heart, still trying desperately to understand and psychoanalyze the meaning behind the meaning of what it means to be in a relationship (and getting exhausted doing so!)…but I am also pleasantly surprised to find myself realizing that above all else, I am still a hopeless romantic at heart…8 years of life adventures have not stolen that away from me.

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    03/31/04
    : Ah, relationships. Whether you’ve been in one or are currently in one, they are the driving force behind our twenty-something lives. Since I am in the passenger seat of my non-existent relationship, I instead live vicariously through others. Case and point: my roommate is having trouble with her “pseudo-boyfriend”, a new thing in this millennium where you have all the rules of a relationship, but do not define it, for fear of all the baggage that comes with the title. Seems like a perfect relationship, right? You can’t sleep with other people, date other people, but you also can’t have a title for the other person. Does anyone else NOT see the logic in this?

    Anyway, she’s having an argument with her “pseudo-boytoy”, about how he was unavailable for a commitment that she already had, and she commented that she would have to find another date. Seems simple enough, right? He takes the word “date” and defines it in his own terms, which means “fuck buddy”, and becomes upset. He cannot understand why she would tell him that she would get another “fuck buddy” because he was unavailable, and she doesn’t understand how having another “date” is so detrimental to their “pseudo-relationship”. And I am wondering, maybe this whole “pseudo-significant other” is getting everyone confused.

    Have you ever noticed that when you are talking on AIM, there is no “emotion” button to tell what emotion you are typing? I have encountered this numerous times…ok, almost anytime I am online…to the point where I literally put the emotion in brackets to make sure I have gotten my point across. Technology has ruined our ability to read emotion. AIM makes every sarcastic comment meaningful, and every meaningful comment sarcastic. Never have a fight online…the emotional confusion of not knowing what emotional tone a word is said will drive you nuts. Did he mean “I love you” as <I’m in love with you> or did he mean <I love you like I love my dog>? Trying to define these terms while you are having a meaningful talk online just confuses everyone. Sure it’s nice to save these conversations and use them as blackmail for another time, but is all that typing and emotional confusion worth it? I have had many a conversation where I spent half the time crying about something someone wrote, to find out that they meant the opposite meaning of what I was interpreting. I spent the whole rest of the conversation trying to figure out if they were being genuine or fake. And the only way to find out if that AIM buddy is being fake is to have another person read the saved IM conversation. Only then, with your misinterpretations, your realizations, and a third parties opinion, can you come to the truth about one stupid statement that probably means nothing to you anymore.

    But all this misinterpretation and different definitions and titles makes us who we are…lunatics of love. If we never misinterpreted a look, maybe we wouldn’t have hooked up with that friend who turned out to be something more. If we never defined our definitions, maybe we wouldn’t be able to have the great “makeup sex” that everyone talks about. And if we didn’t have titles, we wouldn’t be able to feel that feeling in our heart when introduced to the boyfriend’s parents for the first time as “girlfriend”.

    Does the semantics of a relationship define that relationship? In my opinion…only if it defines something great.

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    8 years later — the roommate’s gone and texting has replaced AIM, but nothing’s really changed, has it? :)


  3. Contemplations: Life Lesson(s) #485-9

    March 13, 2012 by me

    Life has been teaching me a lot lately. Perhaps it’s because I’m finally paying attention to my emotions again (I have an uncanny ability to deny certain feelings until I explode into over-analysis McGee), or perhaps this is the period of my life that I need these lessons to mature (?) and grow…but whatever the case, there have been quite a few lessons learned this past weekend.

    I have always been one who demands attention, and when I don’t get it, I pout. (I’m your typical girl!) But recently, Music Man and I have been fighting for each other’s attention, and it just hasn’t been working out. I want attention when he can’t give it, and vice versa. Plus, he’s on a journey of epic proportion in his life, and I am fairly content with my station in life, so we’ve been battling. It finally came to a head Friday, when he decided that in order to start this epic journey of his, he needed some space from distractions, which included me. (Moi?! A distraction?! Blasphemy!) :)

    I, of course, was none too pleased with this decision – I thought we were in a good place in our pseudo-relationship, so I felt dejected, rejected and all around sad…for about a day. And then something magical happened, which I can only read as a life lesson/happenstance. I actually took a breath and processed the situation, put myself in his John Varvatos shoes, and learned a lesson (or two) about myself.

    The lesson was this – I am one lucky girl. I was born into a family that has always been there, no matter what. I have no idea what it’s like to be truly alone…despite my six years of being single, I have never truly been “on my own”. I have always had a supportive family in the background, whether I wanted them there or not. I have always had friends/boyfriends/etc. there to back me up, be a shoulder to cry on, or just hang out. These relationships have always been a “given” with me. And as dysfunctional as families/friends often are, as many times as I have wanted to run away from them, as many times as they have pissed me off, as many times as they have made me question certain things I was happily ignoring in my life…they have always been there. Always. No matter what. And I realized, I have been taking this for granted, as Music Man so poetically told me early Saturday morning…I have been lucky in my life, because not everyone has this kind of support…he did not have this kind of support in his life. He told me that his epic journey needed to be done on his own terms, without support of anyone, to prove to himself that he (and he alone) could do it. And that he was disciplined enough to know that certain things in his current life (aka me) could be a distraction from his goal, and as much as it sucked, he needed to prove to himself that he could do what he set out to do. And I know what you’re thinking…it sounds like a “it’s not you, it’s me” Dear John letter, but if you knew Music Man, you’d know…he’s not a very good liar, and all he was really asking for was space. So as much as it pained me (being an attention-seeking girl and all), I started to understand the lesson.

    And it’s a lesson we can all take – that before you can allow anyone to support you…before you can lean on anyone else for support…you must first support yourself. I’ve never known this lesson, and I’m grateful for that, but at the same time, it makes me want to be a better person for myself, and no one else, which is pretty much the first time I’ve ever thought about that — to take care of myself before others. Because I’m a caregiver and always will be, but sometimes, it takes life lessons like these to remind me that, although I am not an island and never will be, I need to look inside myself and be happy with myself before I can expect anyone else to be happy with me.

    I have no idea why I’ve become so nonchalant with Music Man and my current plight. Don’t get me wrong, I was pissed when I first thought about it — I was cursing the world a couple days ago, hurt and feeling very rejected, as only dramatic me knows how. But I will always be grateful for him, because he taught me that valuable lesson about family and support, a lesson I didn’t know I needed (but very much did).

    I don’t know what the future holds for Music Man and me, and I’m not saying we’re not going to end up together (although were we ever together?!). I can only hope that he’ll see me as an asset to his life, not a distraction. But I can’t force him to be anything but himself (despite my best efforts!), and that seems to be yet another lesson in all this. That no matter how supportive you are, some people just aren’t ready for it. Some people need to figure it out for themselves before they can allow anyone else in.

    I will never know what it feels like to not have someone in my corner – it has always been a “given” in my life, whether I want it or not. And whatever happens between Music Man and me…whether he sudden realizes that I am totally awesome and someone he cannot live without, or whether he was just a chapter in this book called life, I will always be grateful to him for this lesson he taught me – that I am one lucky girl.