Tag Archives: adulthood

60 to 30 in 10

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What would the 60 year old me say to the 30 year old me?

  1. Make eye contact. It’s more important than you realize.
  2. If he wants to talk to you, be grateful. And listen. And shut up. And listen some more.
  3. Sunshine causes your skin to age more quickly. Sorry darlin’ ~ but it’s true.
  4. You really don’t know what tomorrow holds.
  5. Best friends are best friends. Keep them.
  6. Turn off your computer and read your Bible, even if you don’t want to.
  7. Pray.
  8. You’re doing a good job with the song writing, but you should definitely practice the piano more.
  9. Laugh as often as possible.
  10. Love fearlessly and with much forgiveness.

Inspiration for this came from Sarah Markley, who is one of my dear blog friends. Sarah has the gift of writing. I mean THE gift of writing. She never fails to inspire and challenge me. Thanks, Sarah!

So… Why Not?

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I just called my mom (11:11am this morning) and asked her what I wanted to be when I grew up. I seriously don’t remember.

She said I wanted to be an Artist. When I thought about it, I wasn’t surprised. She was right. I remember everyone around me expecting me to get a college degree in Visual Arts, even though I decided to go into Sociology. I remember wanting to become a Christian Counselor. I remember pursuing that direction for my life.

So here I sit. Having dropped out of the seminary’s Christian Counseling degree two years ago. And what is it that I’m burning to do? I’m still creating. Now I create music instead of art. But, it all comes from the same part of me.

Here I sit, wanting to get paid to make stuff. Dreaming of being a professional song writer. Thinking about the impossibilities of going back to school for a graphic arts degree. Wondering if anyone will ever even want one of my songs. Bracing to live life like all the other “starving artists” who would rather live off nothing to create all day.

I’d rather “starve” than not create – live off less so I have time to do more. I’m realizing that I wish I did what everyone (including my mom) encouraged me to do. I wish I got that Visual Arts degree back then. At least I might be paid for creating, instead of “starving” because I do.

At the end of the day, this I know: It’s not about the money. It’s about being “me.” At 30 years old, I’m still “me” – the little girl I was back then, wanting to create stuff. I’m just trying to figure out when and why I decided I shouldn’t be… me.

What about you? What about those of you who answered that question in the post below? Why not? Why didn’t you become a firefighter or truck driver or dancer or pom-pom girl? What happened?

PS: We’re not starving. I use this term loosely… Figuratively.

Miss Mandy

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For those of you who think I’m much younger than I am: It’s a lie. All a lie. That, my friends, is deception at its worst.

I’m twenty-ten.

Now the truth is out.

Party’s over, we can all go home… Goodnight kids.

I’ve been a adult for more than a few years, even though I still don’t feel like one. Ok. Scratch that. Now that I’m 30, I’m starting to feel like a grown-up… I’m at the stage of life where I have friends who have kids who are old enough to talk. And do you know what these little people call me? They call me MISS MANDY. At first, I was jarred by this title, thinking: no – no – i’m not a mom. you shouldn’t call me that. i’m still like in college and all – only it’s seminary, which isn’t much like college, and isn’t for young people – wait, when did i grow up??

In the past year or so I’ve learned to love this title. I love that there are little people in the world who wanna talk to me. Who wanna tell me about their day. Who wanna compete for my attention by blowing kisses or showing me their latest Lego creation or ballerina move.

I love it.

I think I like being “Miss Mandy” with all that it entails.

I think I like being a grown-up.

What do you like about being a grown-up?

Hearing Loss

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Hi.

We interrupt this “Month o’ DOing” to bring you a very important public service announcement. Well, it’s more of a rant, really.

A few months ago I found a gray…

And now this:

It seems that I have the hearing loss of a 40 year old, even though I have 3 weeks left of my twenty-something-ness.

Not happy.

Not happy at all.

Thanks, Emily, for reminding me that I’m, well, old.

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So, how old are your ears???