75 Days to Get My Life Together Before I Turn 31
The fact that I haven’t written in 11 months should tell you exactly how everything is going. It’s hard to catch you up on it all in one breath, so I’ll leave that to the birds. Because if there’s one thing I know about moving forward, it’s that it’s even harder to do when you’re looking backward. So here’s to moving forward—onward and upward.
It’s 6 p.m. on a snowy Thursday in Portland, Oregon. I’ve been in what I can only describe as the deepest, darkest depression, stuck in a rut that feels deeper than six feet. Winter has really outdone itself this year with the side effects. It’s the negative self-talk, the tremendous amount of self-doubt, and the ever-so-humbling impending doom I feel on a daily basis for me, you guys. I share this with you because surely I’m not the only one, right?
But in the wise words of Daniel Bedingfield:
“I gotta get through this, I gotta get through this
I gotta make it, gotta make it, gonna make it through.”
A zesty yet uplifting tune with an encouraging message that I believe we could all benefit from listening to more often.
I, personally, would be lying if I said the harsh reality of being a single, childless, thirty-year-old self-employed woman wasn’t starting to get to me. That’s a hard thing to admit as someone who generally really loves the life I live and the life I’ve been able to create for myself.
Deciding not to get married and leaving my hometown was the best decision I have ever made. But it certainly doesn’t come without its challenges—especially when seasonal depression is going so hard with its seemingly never-ending halftime performance. A performance I personally do not recall purchasing a ticket for, let alone splurging on a front-row seat with exclusive VIP backstage access. But I digress. Charge me again, Mastercard. I’ll actually take two! I’m having the time of my life. NO, seriously, I am.
If you’ve made it this far, you’re probably wondering, “What’s the plan, Anna-Marie?”
Here’s the plan, you guys. For the next 75 days, we are going to attempt to get my life—both personally and professionally—back on track to the high-performing trajectory that we all know, love, and miss quite dearly, I might add.
We start Monday, February 17, 2025.
Seventy-five days from then will be Saturday, May 10, 2025.
Which is approximately three days before my 31st birthday. So, as you can see, we’re on a bit of a tight schedule to get my act together before all hope is lost for good.
Just kidding—I’m actually really excited about getting older. But it’s only exciting if you’re able to get your shit together and continue living out all of your hopes and dreams.
Here’s to much more of that.
So, what do you say? Are you with me?
xx
-The Cool Rich Aunt
