Despite the fun exciting updates that have been going up lately, I’m currently navigating through a prolonged state of general cheerlessness. I think I’m struggling through some sort of personal right of passage trying to pull in the reins on guilt and destructive self-abasement and develop into a more mindful, respectful, easy-going me. I’m not complaining about life in general, because in the grand scheme of things life is pretty great. I suspect this is simply an extended cold front of life – burdened with thunderstorms and high winds.
I’ve tried the traditional methods of boosting self esteem: rampant consumerism, excessive caffeination, and heavy dosages of family and friends. And while all these have helped, I’m still not quite there. Thankfully, my sisters, friends, and coworkers helped me define, I hope, the next step forward on this path: adultification.
adultification [uh-duhlt-ifi-key-shuhn] –noun
1. the act of becoming more like an adult
2. expansion of an individual’s life, narrative, etc., to better accommodate a more mature attitude
Alicia, in particular, argued that over the next year as I approach and breach the event horizon that is age 30 perhaps it’s time that I start living the more professional life that, when I was younger, I equated with adulthood. The goal being: boost self esteem.
She recommended that I start by updating my surroundings. The House of Rock is an amazing social hub, but it has not-so-subtle ties to the college life. Alicia encouraged me to replace my classless bedroom furniture with something that has a more professional personality. Define my space in such a way to encourage self respect and dignity. Complete my nice knife set that I had always assumed I’d buy once married. Establish a weekly schedule that isn’t so much constant action and has more self-reflection time. Start living like the adult I had imagined I’d become – maybe then greater maturity, responsibility, and self confidence will break through and shine.
I don’t think mine is an uncommon feeling for those of us who always thought we’d have really established solid footing in this thing called life come our late twenties and early thirties. So if you’ve been there and have advice, I’m always up for hearing it. You can leave a comment or e-mail if you’d prefer to keep it private. mikedidonato AT gmail D0T com
Unrelated more upbeat news:
The movie Scott Pilgrim was excellent
Hilarious Taboo game clue:
teammate 1: “A movie that all women like that no man likes”
teammate 2: “THE NOTEBOOK”
teammate 1: “correct.”
Major Disc Golf success this weekend –
I’ve established a strong forehand grip that allowed
me two birdies at Wickham park in Manchester
Major Karaoke Disappointement –
I tried Burden in My Hand by Soundgarden
and floundered with the opening lines.
I learned how to fold fitted bed sheets yesterday. Here’s the tutorial I used: Part 1. Part 2.
Exerball Chair Update –
I remain unconvinced. I’m going to try something new this week.