Leading up to it….
I can’t remember a time in my life when I’ve felt more like myself…not in high school (which was all about fun), not in college (which was all about preparing for a future that I hadn’t fully thought through), and not in my initial foray into life as a working professional (which was all about competition, status, and proving something to my family and friends).
I was busy, but I wasn’t making progress with my life. I was working full-time in local government, cultivating a makeup artist hobby, making extra money as a promotional model, and like most of my friends, I was complaining about something everyday. I was also doing all the things that I was supposed to do: I was buying a house, going to church, trying to figure out how to be more appealing to a man, and wondering why my life wasn’t exciting. I was wondering why I felt stuck in a routine that wasn’t making me particularly happy: I had bought life’s wolf-tickets.
I began to realize two things. First, the life I’d worked so hard to obtain wasn’t really the life I wanted. Second, just because I was doing all the things that I thought I was supposed to do, I wasn’t guaranteed a particular outcome.
I bought the house because my friends were buying houses. I was looking for a husband (while trying to seem cavalier about it) under every rock because everybody, particularly the church people, kept telling me that taking care of a man and birthing a baby would make me happy because it was what God had called woman to do (…and I thought sex would make me feel like I was living in a state of constant euphoria). I kept a job that really wasn’t working for me because it made my family proud.
As I did all the perfunctory things, it never occurred to me that I wouldn’t have guaranteed outcomes. I mean, I really approached life with this idea that I would insert certain things (effort, accepting student loans, perseverance, etc) and would undoubtedly get certain things out. I would get an education, be competent, and the drama of work-life wouldn’t come my way because difficulty at work only came to people who weren’t that smart, who didn’t perform, and who had done something stupid to cause their problems. I would learn to cook because I was supposed to do it and enjoy it because, after all, I am a girl. I would volunteer because it would make me compassionate. I wouldn’t have sex because I was worried about AIDS, single motherhood, and a man who would treat me as a used rag afterwards. Life was supposed to flow. If I did all of these things, I would get the great husband, progress up the work ladder, become wealthy, and be content with something like knitting.
What was I thinking?!?! Actually, I think I was thinking what all of my friends were thinking all the while learning, “this ain’t it!” I had chosen goals and benchmarks that weren’t mine. I was focused on achievements that didn’t have enough personal value to bring me satisfaction. I was filling prescriptions meant for other people. I was a project manager for somebody else’s life!
BUT! Thankfully! Whew! I have substantiated many of my empty aspirations. Indeed, I have come a long way. Perhaps, I am a late bloomer, but, at least, I’m starting to get it. Undoubtedly, if I had wed or become a mother, my self-discovery journey would be different, but such is not my lot. I have figured out the key to my confident self which is not to avoid myself. I have learned to confront me. I have learned to ask me prodding questions. I wrestle with my personal truths. Indeed, introspection is the best thing I have yet to discover.
Thus, as I ski toward 35, I am finally okay with not having the life of my adolescent dreams. I’m grateful that I’ve learned what the fight is all about. As you grow, you realize what’s important to you and you fight for that! You learn what’s important to the people you hold dear and you help them fight for their stuff. You don’t fight for the things that don’t really mean anything to you: why go to war over meaningless spoils? And when you see how complicated and busy life can be, you will abandon those things that aren’t intimate to you like buying a house because your friends are doing it or keeping a job you hate because your family would be proud or just because it’s the way you pay bills. You get tired of performing for the people watching the movie of your life once you realize you’re acting out a story line that you didn’t write, fulfilling a role intended for another actress. You fight for your best life because it frees you up to be strong, constant, and happy to receive goodness and hope in this life. I refuse to live my life thinking that the only happiness is in heaven or will occur once I’ve paid my debt of insertions to qualify for particular outcomes owed to me.
Without a doubt, I like drinking red wine nearly every night even if my saved friends give me the side-eye for it. I know that every strong or pointed opinion doesn’t make me judgmental. I love my tiny apartment, even if some people think a grown woman should be doing better. I work really hard to figure out how to grow Blush & Brushes and the divisions I’ve envisioned for it even if some people don’t embrace the idea of aesthetic beauty. I love complaining about my sore body after working out because I want attention. I like how I’ve learned that every argument isn’t a breakup as such adds depth to life. I like what I envision my old self to be…I can’t wait to be THAT 95-year-old (I keep journals so that the young people in my life can read about me to me!). I like thinking about how to be a better teacher and how to inspire.
I love my life! And, I desperately, want you to love yours!

