Thirty years ago, I was born on November 10th. That particular day was a Saturday. No, I’m not actually that in tune with the universe to know this, but thank you for thinking that of me! I looked it up one day on the calendar on my phone. This totally explains why I hate being rushed; I have a weekend mindset. Though I claim to hate weekends, I was born on one. Look at that.

I’ve been freaking out about turning 30 because of a few factors. For example:

  • not married
  • no children
  • no car
  • no job that offers benefits
  • no “real” career path, as most would think of it
  • no hope of getting married (meaning, not dating anyone. not even any prospects! yep, the manscape (which is how I refer my “love life”… rather, my lack thereof) is as barren and dry as a salt flat. there are even cracks in the ground. it’s that deep).

I asked a young woman at church yesterday how she felt when she turned 30. She said it was great because she was engaged to be married at the time. That didn’t help. I somehow felt worse about my life. She did, however, encourage me to make a list of things that I have already done.

I wouldn’t really consider them achievements, but here goes:

  • I became proficient in French. I started taking classes in 6th grade, so I was about 10 years old. I continued classes up until I was about 19. I somehow managed to be good enough to make people think that I’m not American when I speak in French.
  • I’ve been to France twice. I was 16 the first time around, and 21 the second time I went.
  • I graduated from high school.
  • I survived middle school, hellish though it was.
  • I got a scholarship to travel to France the first time I went. That’s the first time I ever won scholarship money for anything… so that’s pretty cool.
  • I ended up in “Who’s Who” for high school students. There were like a million of us in that book, but I guess that’s pretty cool, too.
  • I made my first black friend when I was 13. Now the majority of my friends are black. I think it just sort of happened that way. That in and of itself is a miracle because I thought black people hated me.
  • Got my driver’s license on my 20th birthday.
  • Sang back up in a friend’s band. Coolest thing EVER.
  • Learned how to hoop dance, and earned a couple of bucks doing so at Coney Island. That was pretty awesome. I’ve also hoop danced in Center City with a bunch of people that I’ve never met until that point.
  • Lived in NYC/Brooklyn Heights for a month while at a training for acting. I want to go back and live there again… for a longer period of time this time
  • Took beginners classes for trapeze, rope, silks and parkour
  • Lived in Orlando, Florida for 3 months while interning at Walt Disney World.
  • Partied in NYC until the wee hours of the morning with a large group of friends.
  • Stayed up until the sun rose on several occasions during college.
  • Played: volleyball, ran track and cross country, and played rugby. Got team award for “Most Aggressive Player” in rugby.
  • survived  stayed at one job for 4-1/2 years. That’s the longest I’ve ever stayed at any job! I did become a full time employee at said job. Had health benefits and everything… but I hated my life and was completely miserable.
  • Working at the aforementioned job helped me realize that I wasn’t cut out for that sort of thing.
  • Went to cooking school for 2 years. This is how I ended up going to France the second time around. I ate the whole time and it was glorious!
  • I baked my first apple pie and felt like a boss! I even made the pie crust!
  • I baked my first pumpkin pie, which isn’t as hard as I thought it would be
  • I baked my first quiche and made my first crust from scratch (at home. I’ve done it in cooking school, but that was my first time doing it at home). I was really a boss now!
  • I briefly had a job where I decorated cakes. I was good at it, too! I would show pictures, but they died along with my ancient iPod. I was devastated! I lost every picture that I had taken since I had received my camera. It was about 8 years worth of pictures. I also lost a lot of the pictures I took of my nephew when he was a baby.
  • Survived 2009, which was the most terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad year that I’ve ever had.
  • Learned how to walk in heels and do my own makeup.
  • Stopped using relaxer in my hair, and cut it all off 4 years ago. I’ve been natural ever since.
  • Went to prom 14 years ago and can still fit the dress.
  • Fooled every one of my coworkers as far as age goes; they all thought I was at least 7 years younger than my real age. The best part about that is that they’re all about 10 years younger than me, and I still fooled them.
  • Went to my first black tie event at the beginning of this year.
  • Competed in the 2006 Miss Pennsylvania pageant. I didn’t place, though.

I think that’s everything! I’m sure there’s more if I sat back and pondered it, but I guess we’ll stop there. I didn’t really do this to brag. I did it to say that even though you don’t do the MAIN things that people think you should do by 30, there’s a lot that has been done.

What am I doing now?

Well, I’m currently pursuing an acting career and taking classes. In the next 2 or 3 months, I’ll audition for a chance to sign with a legit agency. Hopefully, this will be my way back to New York. I know I can get work where I am, but I’m in love with New York. What can I say? I’m not retarded enough to think I’ll be “discovered”. That’s something I’ll have to do on my own with a web series or something. Who knows what the future holds?

I also want to have a freelance writing career. We’ll see how that goes, too.

One thing is for sure: I plan on having more fun experiences and adventures to come in the years that follow.

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