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I know, everyone experiences it. It’s normal. It’s fine. Thirty is better than twenty. It’s just a number. It doesn’t mean anything.

But come on. It’s more than that. Thirty is like officially becoming a full fledged adult. Thirty is what you thought of when you thought, “when I’m older.” It’s just a number, but it carries so much weight.

Why?

Why is it that one little number can stir up so many emotions and feelings of unrest and unsettlement?

Maybe it’s because of our achievement based culture. Because we measure ourselves, our successes, our mistakes, our process against everyone else. WHY DO WE DO THAT?

Why do we focus on what we have not? What is it about thirty that makes us look at everything we haven’t done? What we wish we did? What we wish we had, or could have? Why is thirty that magic number that makes measuring your progress and becoming aware of your mortality so overruling?

All of these questions make thirty overwhelming. And I know everyone will tell me that it’s nothing to worry about. That the best is yet to come. That it’s better than twenties. But no one is telling me that it’s ok to be overwhelmed.

YOUR TWENTIES ARE OVERWHELMING. Everything happens in your twenties. So much growth and sadness and happiness and confusion and learning and beginning and ending and moving. Moving. Why does it feel like I can’t keep moving after thirty? That whatever I do won’t matter because I didn’t get it in before thirty. Because I didn’t make a thirty under thirty list. That I didn’t get it all in at a young age. That I’m not special enough to have made it. That I’m not allowed to make it after thirty.

It’s overwhelming. Being happy about what you’ve done and where you’re been, while simultaneously feeling like you are lacking. That you didn’t do enough. There’s a huge disconnect in those two feelings that I can’t seem to reconcile. I have made a strong practice in my life to let go of measure my success and my path against others. But all of a sudden I feel like I’m trying to breathe under water and can do nothing else BUT assess my situation and measure it against what others have done. It feels strange and completely out of my control.

Where did my twenties go? The decade that feels like you have forever. The decade that holds so much promise. The decade that decides your fate.

Maybe if I wasn’t in transition now. Maybe if I had let go of the idea that I had to have a full time job to afford me the opportunity to follow my passions I wouldn’t be here. Feeling like I wasted time. Feeling like I just want it back. I don’t regret my path, or anything I’ve done to get here. So why do I still feel so much “lacking?”

Why am I having so much trouble defining myself for who I am and what I am becoming, opposed to what I’ve physically done or not done?

WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT TURNING THIRTY!?

In two months, my feelings won’t matter. I will be thirty. I understand that. I understand that once it happens, I’ll probably be fine with it. I have to be. I’ll probably even be excited. But right now, I’m just overwhelmed. I’m sad about the loss of my twenties. For everything they were, and everything they weren’t. For what I did, and didn’t do. What I loved, and hated. For who I became, and who I still strive to become. For the most changing and influential ten years of my life.

There you have it. All of my feelings and unanswered questions about turning thirty. I’m putting them out into the world to get them out of my head, and let the universe take over.

I’m ready to continue this journey, mourn the loss of my twenties, and embrace the adventures of my thirties. I mean, I have to be.

I originally posted this on Medium.com, July 10, 2013.

Midwestern girl, born and raised, and proud of it… I knew there was someplace else for me.

In the spring of 2008 I confirmed my suspicions. SF was that place.

I moved to San Francisco at the ripe age of 24. Just out of grad school, and ready for a new adventure and challenge. I moved to SF knowing one person, kind of (a friend of a friend I was connected with only after deciding to move). You see I came to follow my passion – helping people communicate better in relationships. I’d been in Chicago for 7 years and though it felt very much like home, I knew there was someplace better for me. Some place that would allow me to have a passion to follow, but not know exactly how; some place where people would understand that I didn’t want to (or need) to be a therapist to help people; somewhere I could build out my dream job. What better place than California, the land of free love and new agey goodness?

I had hoped for all of these things, but was afforded no guarantees, as I moved out without a job, a place to live, or a network of friends. I moved here with a passion in my gut and a friendly attitude.

SF welcomed me with open arms. Within a week I had 5 new, amazing friends and within a month 150. Everyone asking what I did, what my passion was, what I was trying to do and HOW COULD THEY HELP. Can you believe it? I was swept up in this whirlwind of people who believed in me, in my passion, and my ability to just make it happen.

I shared some of my writing with a friend (in tech) who looked me dead in the eye and said, “you’ve got it. You have to write publicly, start a blog. How do you NOT have a blog?! Here let me help you.” And there it was, my dream becoming a reality. We spent hours upon hours of brainstorming how I could take advantage of all the amazing new social tools to promote a business. My business (I guess I was starting one, though I couldn’t really pinpoint what it was yet, besides writing). New friends read what I wrote. Commented on it. Engaged in dialogue. Spread the word. It was unlike anything I had experienced before. I knew I was on the right track. It was like the universe opened up for me in San Francisco.

My friends, this lucky group of a dozen or so people who accepted me as one of them and threw me immediately into their group of 100+ other friends, were doers. They were listeners, and creators and dreamers and they made stuff. And I was so excited that they saw the same in me. Most of them worked in tech, at start-ups or building their own product. Most didn’t care that I wasn’t in tech. They wanted to hear what my goals and passions were. They wanted to engage, and help me create. Create, create, create.

It was a magical time, 2008.

I guess I look back with a sense of nostalgia, as a lot has changed in 5 years. Within me, within the city, within my friends. But the feelings surrounding that change are different. Instead of embracing that change, evolution and innovation, and jumping in to be part of it, to make it what we want, we are sitting back and watching it, jaws agape. Pointing fingers at it. Calling it names.

We’ve become spectators and commenters of the change that is happening in SF, not enablers and innovators. And it’s weird. Don’t get me wrong, I find myself engaged in conversations of how young tech engineers are driving up rent, taking culture from the city without giving back, how the Mission is basically the new Marina, natives being cranky about transplants and so forth. But I don’t like it. And that’s a red flag to me.

What’s happened to us SF? What is making us all so defensive that we feel we have no other option than to point fingers and place blame?

Maybe this is what being in a bubble means. Instead of calmly confident and excited about our ideas and what we could create, we begin operating as if there is not enough to go around. Not enough money, not enough success. We need to be first! Be the best!

We have gone from being a city that fosters a culture of innovation, support, and creativity to one that is insecure and defensive.

And it’s understandable. SF is small and special and we all want a piece of it for our own. We’re scared that we won’t get our part of it. That someone more successful, more influential will overthrow us, that the city will become something that we don’t have a say in. So we stick to our labels and identifiers and make our claim on why WE deserve it more than YOU.

When what we are really feeling is, “I want to be part of this magical place in a meaningful way, and I’m worried that if you are part of it, and successful, that means I can’t be.”

We’ve created a lose-win dialogue with each other that is hurting us. The truth is, this defensive scared behavior is doing exactly the opposite of what we hope. We are all giving away our power to be part of what is happening in this beautiful city. If it’s ‘their’ fault, it means we aren’t responsible, and also means we aren’t in control of what happens to us. For someone to win, another has to lose.

I just want to remind everyone- that’s not how it has to be. There is enough of it to go around if we all chip in, if we step back from being focused on winning, or having it our way. I’m not sure how to do this, and I’m not saying I have the answers. But there’s got to be some win-win conversation going on, or we are all going to hurt in the end.

Maybe we can start with one question… “What can I do to change the dialogue?”

anyway. it was amazing. probably because i just did what i wanted the whole time. i flew solo a lot of it, because there was music i wanted to hear, and bands i wanted to see, regardless of what anyone wanted to do. forget the drinking, the partying, the spring break shenanigans, the cute boys… ok, wait, don’t forget the cute boys, i was there to just be in sunshine music heaven. and my mission was accomplished. with a lot of cute boys added it.

i came back more obsessed with music than ever. so obviously i had to make a mix to share!

this mix is about 80% bands i saw at sxsw and the rest just damn good new music that i couldn’t not put on here. i’ve included two SF bands that played at our SF Embassy Showcase at sxsw- geographer and the frail because they are great.

there’s a lot of stuff on here that came out today (you’re welcome) and a lot of stuff that didn’t. basically it’s like the greatest mix ever, and if you don’t think so, you’re wrong. ( :) ) most importantly if you like a song/band GO BUY THEIR ALBUM!!

with that, i dedicate this mix, postsxswmusicmania, to all the very wonderful, awkward, cute, shy, sensitive musician boys out there. they remind me everyday that people feel, care, and are cute. and that i’m allowed to swoon. because, i love you all.

postsxswmusicmania (click me! click me!)

(i’m lazy, so yes you get  screen shot of my itunes folder for the track listing)

it’s pretty awesome if i do say so myself.

…and she took out her shoelaces (click to download)

track listing:

badaboom- tapes ‘n tapes
fader- the temper trap
idiot heart- sunset rubdown
take off your sunglasses- ezra furman and the harpoons
waiting on you- sun airway
know better learn faster – thao with the get down stay down
an ear for baby- the thermals
not sick- tokyo police club
dlz- tv on the radio
becoming a jackal- villagers
red letter day- the get up kids
we’ve been had- the walkmen
16 days (acoustic)- whiskeytown
smithsonian liver- hot rod circuit
what a drag- bear hands
strictly game- harlem shakes
heat & hot water- arms
this bed- horse feathers
understand at all- cloud nothings
bruises to prove it- say hi
helplessness blues- fleet foxes
onion- sean hayes
answer to yourself- the soft pack

i like this one. it’s titled juryduty.

download it here.

’cause it’s that good.

here’s today’s.

sundayrain

two of my favorites responded, leaving me with a barrel of entertainment packed into every minute of this show. aubrey  and daisy were my lovey in studio guests, and we had a very interesting time.

tori and i discussed in self aware/new agey (my fav)/ psychological terms (much to daisy’s dismay) the process of becoming aware of certain things in your relationships in order to change them, and attract the right kind of relationships and love.

then Tori did a color wisdom card reading for each of us. (around halfway through the show)

aubrey went first, and we knew then that this was good. Tori was good. she hit on some majorly interesting things  for us.

she chose two colors for aubrey and daisy and reviewed them and their meanings. then she chose two for me, and i actually got one of the same as aubrey’s and one of the same as daisy’s.

she was a little surprised, and then explained that it was probably because i had so much energy invested in their outcomes and that i cared so deeply for their happiness, or something. awwww.

to get a clear picture, she drew three cards for me, and WOW. basically my destiny in life is to heal myself of past wounds and then HELP OTHERS heal/have happy relationships. uh, thank you validation (that i knew all along, but now YOU see ;)

preeeetttty cool. check her out at www.torihartman.com

and listen to the podcast. it’s great.

tori hartman gives us hope.

Allo Darlin. My Heart is a Drummer.

As I am preparing myself to say farewell to my pride again
I remember how it was back then:
Id see you light a cigarette, and then you’d ask me to pass your asthma inhaler.
I’d say ‘Don’t you ever think about cancer?’
You’d say ‘Baby, you don’t know but my heart is as strong as a drummer’
‘My heart is as strong as a drummer’
You make me feel like apologising for being like this:
do I have to, say I’m sorry for my happiness?
You see it’s like loving ‘Graceland’, it’s not allowed to be but we know it’s everybody’s favourite
deep down in the place where, music makes you happiest.
In the place where my heart is a drummer,
in the place where my heart is a drummer.

…and when you call me, on the telephone my fingers will twist through the cord
and I’ll slide my feet up and down the wall,
…but I know that I’m stronger than you are
…but I know that I’m stronger than you are

…and when you call me, on the telephone my fingers will still twist through the cord
and I’ll slide my feet up and down the wall,
…but I know that I’m stronger than you are
…but I know that I’m stronger than you are.

http://allodarlin.com

there’s something fascinating, and endlessly entertaining about getting to know yourself. and then accepting yourself for everything you are.

and i encourage every single person i’ve ever met to do it. understand who you are. why you are. what you are. get rid of what was given to by others. and fill it in with who you want to be.

this entire process will take approximately… your lifetime. but in reality, the fun starts a few years in.

it’s crazy what knowing yourself, and liking all those teeny things that make up who you are will do for your ability to connect with people.

lately, i feel connected. in a way that doesn’t overwhelm me, or scare me. or lead me on. it simply feels, well, simple. we’re all human. we’re all different. we all have intricate, messy, complicated glorious stories of what got us here. right here. and those stories are no one else’s but ours. how exciting is THAT?! yea, i know, you’re thinking the SF heatwave has gone to my head, but no. it hasn’t.

recently, i read two articles (whoa, i’m just realizing that they were both from paste magazine) that really affected me. one was about a well known celebrity (of whom i’ve had a crush on since i was 11) and another a musician. both men. both amazingly, unbashedfully, and wholeheartedly affected by the human condition. by words. by connection. by people. by their stories.

so if you know me, you’ll know that i have a propensity to crush, hard, on certain artist types. some of whom happen to be well known (celebrity). but the fact that i’m so affected by these strangers spirals me into weird and crazy ‘i don’t know you, this is unhealthy’ land. so i have to seriously avoid reading about, or listening to these boys.

and the only way i can explain my craziness to others, explain my crush, my longing for connection with these boys- they get it. they get what it’s like to connect.

maybe it’s the rediscovery of my feelings, and allowing my self to love them, or something, but i just get overwhelmingly excited and hopeful when i see evidence that someone else gets it. like i do. that we’re all in this together.

and where does this leave me right now? basically, that i don’t need to explain it any more.

that i am in love with connection. that i love nothing more than to get to know someone. to connect with someone. through conversation. through music. through sharing. through being. through asking.

other things about me that just are. and i’m ok with them, because they make up who i am:
when i hear a song i love, i play it on repeat. for as long as necessary.
apples and cheese is, in fact, a perfectly acceptable dinner
i am really much worse than i thought at doing dishes, i hate them
and laundry.
when i’m channeling patience, tact and appropriateness in conversation i take short quick breaths.
i maybe like cuddling more than i thought.
i’m obsessed with words.
i’m very deliberate with them.
i have faith in the process. even if i’m not sure what process it is.
i laugh loudly.
my hair will always be… everywhere.
my coffee table cluttered.
i need to talk through things to figure them out.
i love listening to friends, and friends that listen to me.
i will never, ever, be able to quit ice cream.
and i like boys. and it can be that simple.

so for a while, i’ll focus on connecting with people that get it. maybe one of them will be romantic. maybe not. maybe it won’t matter.

there’s a song at the heart of it all and we all try hard
just to write it down but you can’t write it down

ezra furman and the harpoons. the world is alive.