Happy 30th Birthday To Me!

Good morning, World 🙂

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? How’ve you been?

Today is my 30th birthday. That’s right, 30.

Many women find this day to be a distressing landmark, because come on, who wants to say goodbye to their 20’s? 

But as vexing as the idea of getting older is,  I’m glad to finally close the door on the past decade of my life. 

Over the last ten years, I’ve faced heartbreaks and obstacles that could have stopped me in my tracks if I let them. The shadow of pain and loss – both of my family members and my closest friends, and both to death as well as to severance – served as an ever present reminder of impermanence. Be thankful for every moment, the universe might say. Or else.

Harrowing though this decade may have been, dawn broke.

And when it did, it did so in such an amazing, life-giving way that I could not have possibly asked for a happier ending to this volume of my life.

I found my true love and married him. I had a baby, moved to Brooklyn, then Massachusetts. I reconnected with my mother and my younger sister. 

I wrote three books: “The Satin Rose” (independently published through Noble Romance Publishing), “Warmth: A Paranormal Romance Novella” (self-pubbed through amazon KDP), and “Inside the Pearl,” a book of poems that still sits on my shelf with longing eyes. 

I even joined the military (and got kicked out, thanks colon) and earned my associate’s degree in Liberal Arts. My bachelor’s degree in psychology took the back seat to everything else, and still requires another semester for completion.

All in all, I’m happy with how my twenties went. I had some crazy adventures and misadventures.

If I could go back in time and talk to my 20 year old self, there’s plenty of advice I would be tempted to give myself. The gist of it, however, would boil down to:

  • Stop investing yourself so deeply in people who are not invested in you at all.

This goes for romantic relationships, friendships, you name it. If someone is not willing or able to match your level of devotion to them, whether it’s a romantic partner who views you as an escapist fantasy, or friends who talk shit about you behind you back, you don’t need them.

  • Be a better friend.

By the same token, there are eras of my life that I look back on and realize that I should have treated the people who stuck by me better. I wish I had been less of a mooch, less helplessly unable to help myself, less self-absorbed in the face of grief, less pugnacious, and more kind-spirited and honest. I am eternally thankful that I have friends from middle school who have stuck by me for this long, in spite of how we’ve taken turns dicking each other over with our own emotional problems.

These are the people who actually matter: the ones who do not abandon you, despite the disagreements you may have along your journey together. These people are gold, and I will make it a priority to treat them with the care and dignity they deserve. If you’re reading this, friend, I love you so, so much. 

  • Figure out what goals you actually care about.

This is a big one. When I was in my twenties, I desperately wanted to prove myself academically. I wanted to get a Ph.D – in what, I had no idea, this changed every month – and once and for all prove to the world that I’m not a flakey, useless failure who can’t even function. Then, once I had finally established myself as “somebody,” I could crack down on writing fiction, and eventually, if I were lucky, achieve my heart’s ambition of being a fulltime writer.

What ended up happening was, I fizzled out on everything I tried.

I changed course too frequently to make any progress on any goal I set, because once the going got tough – and it always will, don’t kid yourself – I found that I did not care enough about my goal to continue my pursuit. I changed majors, changed goals, felt refreshed for a moment, and repeated this cycle for damn near a decade. I acquired a scattered skillset and a passing knowledge on an array of subjects, but no accomplishments. Nothing that made me any more qualified for a career than when I had started.

What if I had just bothered to be honest with myself from the beginning? 

Writing has been with me since I was a child. Creating worlds and stories and characters from thin air is my shit. What if I had just said “To hell you with neigh sayers, I’m going to make this work no matter what, go fuck yourself,” and put my shoulder to the wheel with reinforced vigour?

If you don’t actually care about a goal, you will not achieve it. The garden of your spirit will grow a bountiful crop of excuses, self-doubt, and procrastination that will last every winter of your life.

  • Start quantifying your efforts toward this goal with charts and schedules.

If there’s one thing my stint in the Navy taught me, it’s that the only way you can tell if you’re making progress is by actively recording your objectives and analyzing your mission. BE ORGANISED AND DILIGENT. 

This runs against the grain of a creative temperament, and the psychologist in the Navy told me that this would be my biggest obstacle as a sailor — I was extremely high in trait openness, but low in conscientiousness. Not to mention that a shit attention span, especially under chronic stress.

I was perfectly content to flit from idea to idea like a fly at a buffet, tasting everything, committing to nothing. And this gets nothing done. Crack down and treat your shit like it’s an operation, because it is.

  • Take care of your health.

Your body is a machine. If you treat it like shit, it will fall apart faster. I can at least be thankful that I was observant of nutrients and exercise. Those two matter, damn it. But I was deeply negligent of my ulcerative colitis until it landed me in the hospital, and I did my fair share of drinking and smoking cigarettes for a couple of years. Ah, college. And don’t forget your sunscreen, either.

It may be too late to go back and give myself this advice now, but that’s alright. I can follow this advice now. I still have life left in me, words to write, goals to accomplish.

So let’s do this.

Let’s fill the next ten years with love, understanding, growth, and maybe a little dose of some seriously hard fucking work.

What would you go back in time and tell your 20-year old self? Let me know, let’s spread some wisdom.

xoxo Liv

P.S. For the historical record, here is my face. No makeup, no photo editing, no filters, no nothing. Figured this might be fun by the time I’m forty, eh?

Liv30

9 replies to “Happy 30th Birthday To Me!

  1. Hello, Liv. First of all, let me say you’re beautiful! That’s a great shot, with no makeup or anything.

    I know you’ve gone through a lot in your 20’s, and probably a lot more than I know about. As you say, you’ve had trouble finding the direction you wanted to take. Some of that, no doubt, has to do with your intelligence level. I don’t think it’s unusual for a highly intelligent person to feel that their life is in chaos, and feel that lack of direction. And maybe you did try to do too many things, but it sounds like you’ve learned that isn’t the way to go. So, take your 20’s as a learning experience. A lot of people in their 20’s today aren’t smart enough to realize what you have realized. I see it every day. They just go through life aimlessly, and somehow it doesn’t even seem to bother them!

    As far as the advice I would give myself in my 20’s, to be honest I’m not sure I would change anything! That’s a little scary, isn’t it? But at 21 I was about to be drafted into the military and to make a long story short I wanted to have at least some say as to what happened to me so before I was drafted into the Army, I enlisted. I was sure it was the right thing to do, and as it turns out it was. It prepared me well for my 20’s and well beyond. After my enlistment I was able to get a decent job and although there have been some rough moments along the way I think things have turned out pretty well. I’ll be the first to tell you it isn’t for everybody, however.

    Thanks for posting, Liv, it’s been awhile and it was nice to hear from you.

    Bill

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    1. Thanks Bill! The miracle of natural lighting 🙂

      I think that’s a great attitude to take moving forward: regretting anything is kind of a waste of time and energy, because I would lose valuable lessons.

      That’s an interesting way to think of your enlistment! And you didn’t stop with the Army, you went full on Marines lol. Go big or go home! I respect this approach, especially the fact that you took the opportunity to view that experience as a chance to take charge of your fate, rather than “the man” forcing you to fight a war whether your believed in it or not. This reminds me of the argument for compatablism vs. determinism: As long as a puppet love’s its strings, it’s free. I think I’m paraphrasing Sam Harris here. I don’t know. What am I talking about? I hardly know.

      Anyway, thank you for patience! It’s been a hectic week. Cheers to another year! 🙂

      Liv

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  2. The twenties are hard for most people as you turn from a cold to an adult. I managed to complete my three years to become a registered nurse but it was a close call. I was married and divorced while in my twenties and had two girls. You are ahead of me writing wise as I am 65 and only just about to complete my first draft of a book I like writing but have others I have started and not finished. At half my age you have been published, well done. It only gets better from here.

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