This topic has been weighing on me today, and since I’ve
been nagged repeatedly (by parties who shall remain nameless) (Andrea) to blog
again… here you go, world.
Dad always told us that we would be adults once he and Mom
could stop paying to support us. If all goes to plan, after this month I will
be completely, 100% independent. I am more than grateful for the financial
support my parents have provided, and I couldn’t really have swung this crazy
cross-country life shift without them. Let’s be real – I drove off into the
sunset and flung my future to the wind, without any battle plan. I can’t
believe how fortunate I am to have gotten to this point in just over a month.
Soon, every expense in my life will be paid with the money I earn at my grownup
job – which is simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying.
Let’s talk about my grownup job for a minute. As you may
know, I am now the Marketing Manager for Miramont Lifestyle Fitness…but most of
you probably have no clue what that entails. Turns out I’m the head of the
whole marketing department, overseeing two graphic designers, and coordinating
all internal and external marketing efforts for the entire 4-facility company
(soon to be 5-facility in 2015). We are the top-of-the-line fitness club in
Fort Collins, with over 22,000 members; each paying top-dollar for the
privilege… and these people trust me not to screw it up. Not just “not screw it
up”, but improve it. This is what
they pay me to do! For the first time since graduating from Ithaca, I wake up
each morning filled with pure joy, just knowing that I get to go to a job I
love.
So my career is taking off and my life is actually taking
shape out here in beautiful Colorado. I can see myself living out here for a
long, long time. Which makes me wonder… what’s next?
Maybe I’m a little behind the eight ball since the only
serious relationship I’ve had turned out to be a complete train wreck, but who
said we were old enough to get married? At the company picnic last week,
several people asked me where my family was. Not my “family” as in the people
who share my blood and raised me, but my
“family” as in one who put a ring on it and those who came out of my
uterus. I laughed each time the question was posed because it just seems PREPOSTEROUS.
Do I really seem old enough to be responsible for another human life? Because I’m
literally going to go home after this, jump on the trampoline with my roommates
and giggle like a 12 year old.
I work with a lot of women, many of whom I would consider my
peers, EXCEPT for the chunky diamonds hanging off their left hands. I can
actually count on one hand the number of people I work with who are not engaged
or married. Granted, we all work for a fitness center, so they’re all total 10s
and OF COURSE someone had to lock them down, but it does make me wonder… when
is this going to happen to me?
In my ridiculous timeline of life (when I figured everyone
died in their sleep at 100), I figured I’d get married around age 25 – after
dating my chosen man for 2-3 years. WELP, that puts me right on schedule for
meeting Mr. Right any day now. Is your mind blown? Because mine sure is.
Don’t worry - I’m not going to start looking at rings the
moment I get a third date… (I won’t actually bother looking at all – Andrea
knows exactly how to guide my future man toward the perfect
Casey-will-you-marry-me selection) but it dawned on me that we’re approaching
the second act. (Maybe we’re already there? I can’t be sure – intermission was
fuzzy) This may be the first time I’ve had that thought without going into the
fetal position and reaching for a juice box. Every day I am living a life of my
own creation, and suddenly…
Being an adult doesn't seem so scary.
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