i’m winning… at pulling hairs out of my face… and i’m not even 30…

A few days ago, I was getting ready for work. I looked myself in the mirror and realized, like, actually realized, that I am officially in my “late” twenties. No more half-assed “mid” twenties, but full blown “late” twenties. I also realized in that moment that I am officially closer to 30 than I would like, and 30 is closing in fast.

(I’ve got nothing against turning 30; in fact, I welcome it. It’s just that I have a lot of things to do – for example, on the life list – and not so much time to cram all that stuff in anymore…)

Now, I’m not sure what caused me to realize this… I mean, I’ve already been yanking obscenely long and/or wiry hairs out of my face for years. (I have watched my mother and grandmother do this for my two full decades, and finally, around age 23, I joined their ranks.) I’ve noted “lines” in my face and along my eyes – an early onset of crows feet… (Approximately age 20…) Stretch marks from eating like a Patty McFatty and not exercising enough. (Life-long achievement…)

The only thing left is to find a grey hair which, thankfully, hasn’t sprouted yet. But it’s coming. I can tell.

If I stop and think about it, I can find a million things about myself that irritate me, make me insecure, or that I just downright hate. But on the flipside of that, I can also think of the things that I’ve accomplished that made me proud to be me.

The other day, I was walking down the street smiling to myself (the Koreans think this is strange… they give me weird looks) and thinking, “God, I am awesome. I would totally be my friend if I was someone else. I’m funny. I can bake stuff and cook on occasion. And I’m generally a nice person. What’s not to like?” (Plus a whole lot of other stuff, but I didn’t want to toot my own horn too much, you know…)

I’m proud of myself for coming to Korea. I’m proud of myself for stepping out of my comfort zone and experiencing things here. I’m proud of myself for being brave and searching for other answers. I’m proud of myself for finding my voice and saying what I really think; no more hiding in the shadows, staying quiet, trying not to rock the boat.

I’m also super proud of myself for sticking to this NaBloPoMo business for [almost] an entire 30 days. I missed two days… But that’s just a mere 6.6% of the whole picture. I wrote and shared so much. Even on days when I thought I would have nothing to say, somehow I managed to churn something out. To me, that’s pretty amazing. It has helped me realize that if I will just sit down and make the time, something will come out. My longest stretch without a break was 18 days, and that’s good for me.

So now, the challenge for December is to keep the momentum. Find a regular posting schedule. Continue to share and inundate you with my ridiculous stories and blatant opinions. But maybe not every day… Just a couple of times a week.

It’s been fun, Reader. Let’s do this again next year. See you in December!

*This post was written in response to WordPress’s The Daily Post: Winning Streak.


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