Has it been over a week already? Can someone please tell me where September went, or summer in general for that matter. This past week has been a blur of Scrabble boxes, wedding, family, errands, work, cleaning, baking and... house dreaming. Hubby is none to happy right now with the state of his kitchen (yes, the kitchen is HIS domain) due to my baking/making a cake for a friend's baby shower. We'll call it a creativity explosion in the form of sugar... I guess I do this to myself though. When I make a cake, it's no ordinary cake. It's a yummy, fondant-covered art project ;o). I vow to you that Monday at the latest, I will post pictures of the Scrabble box as well as the finished cake. 
As for my 'quest', I have been thinking a lot about the journey. At my yoga class earlier this week, we were reminded by the teacher: "It's not about the destination, it's about the journey." Cliche, I know, but always a good thing to keep in mind. I don't know about you, but I truly believe that things happen when they are supposed to, how they are supposed to (also cliche, I know, but deal with it). Since I've decided not to be content with the status quo, I feel like I've been presented with more growth opportunities than ever. Nothing major, but the little things add up. For example: last year when I was unemployed, I joined an online networking group for Boston women in design (designsalonboston.blogspot.com). They hadn't had any events since joining, until this coming Tuesday. I'm very much looking forward to the event which is about how twitter can be beneficial to your small business. ("When they are supposed to") If this event happened 6 months ago, I would probably go for networking but not be too interested in the subject matter. I joined twitter as I was preparing to launch this blog, so NOW the topic is of great interest to me. Little things like this are happening and getting me thinking about everything in a way I haven't in a while. For the first time in a long time, I'm excited (as opposed to nervous) about what the future holds for me in the world of design.
Who is adult?
I don't know about you, but since I hit my mid-20s, I've started thinking about who I used to consider 'adults.' When I was little, I thought 20 was when I'd be an adult with it all figured out. At 20, I thought 25 would be the 'magic age.' I can confidently say, 25 was the age I had nothing figured out. Now at 26, even though I know better, I still think I'll have it all figured out by 30. Yes, yes, I hear you snickering. I am fully aware of my delusions and I accept them. I have friends from ages 23 to 45, and I don't think a single one would admit to being an 'adult.' Even though I have yet to reach the elusive 'magic age' of adulthood, its been lurking around corners and sneaking up on me lately.
I went to a First Time Homebuyer Seminar at a local bank yesterday which then prompted a conversation with the dear husband about when to start looking at houses. I say January since our current lease is until May. He says why not start looking now? I may be openly dreaming about a house, but on the inside, I'm freaking out about such a big step! I'm just getting used to taking care of the cutest cat ever (she is, deal with it) and I don't think my fragile psyche could take such a step right now. I started a new job 6 months ago, the Hubby started a new job 4 months ago, and we got a cat about 3 months ago, among other things. I am a creature of habit and there's been a lot of change! I am mentally prepared to start looking at houses around the new year. That I could handle. We agreed upon starting to talk to people about financing but not actively looking yet. Phew, mental crisis averted. Adult commitments averted... for now.
Strangely enough, I don't consider the fact that I'm married to be a scary adult commitment. It was a natural step that involved a big party(Woo-Hoo!)- no major soul searching involved. Hubby and I had been together for almost 6 years prior to marriage, so being tied to him for life was an emotional commitment I had made long ago. Picking out a house feels much more daunting!
This is Day 1.
I am 26 and have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. As of present, I am an interior designer. Sounds interesting, right? I have been in the corporate world of architecture and interior design for the past 4 years including an 11 month hiatus of unemployment (thank YOU economy) and am, for lack of better term, a "mouse mover." This is sadly ironic since I studied interior design so I wouldn't have to work in the land of Dilbert. Despite this, however, good design still makes me dance, so at least I'm sure I'm heading in the right general direction. ...But that's all I'm sure about when it comes to my career lately. In plotting this blog, I started bouncing ideas off friends and got more of a response than I expected. It seems my current state of discontent is a very common affliction among my age group and across various fields. We want jobs that don't feel like work and we want something more with no idea where to find it. My message to my fellow GenY-ers: You are not alone!
I am not going to patronize you and pretend to have any answers whatsoever. All I can do right now is push myself outside of my comfort zone and hope serendipity leads me to greatness and invite you along for the ride.
My first challenge to myself is this blog. I vow to post at least twice a week for the next year no matter who's reading. Over the next 365 days, I am challenging myself to challenge myself... and hopefully find purpose along the way. (insert Avenue Q song here)
If you've decided to join me on my journey, Welcome!
