Hello, From the Other Side…of 30

Hey blog readers!

It’s been six years since my last post.  That seems insane to me and yet reading through some of the old entries, it’s amazing how much of what I’d written about still rings true – for myself but also for countless young people I meet who are still struggling with the post-college world.

I had considered taking this blog down a few times over the last couple of years but have decided to keep it up for now.  With the rise of the millennial generation and the crazy reality of life in the U.S. in the last two years, I think there’s still a lot of content here that might be useful for readers who stumble along.

There’s a good chance I’ll have a podcast coming along later this year that will be the spiritual successor of this blog and if so, I’ll be sure to share it here.  For now, I’ll leave up my very real tales of being fired, trudging through jobs I hated, being poor, and binging Netflix before streaming existed (OMG, old people, amirite?) and hope it brings some comfort to others going through the same-ish things.

Lots of love,

Your Postcollegiate Pal

P.S. Some things that have happened since my last post – I found a new career (woohoo!), occasionally pop up on basic cable TV, got married (curveball!), traveled to more than a dozen countries, and have possibly found the skincare routine that works perfectly for me.  Y’all, it does get a little easier in your 30s.

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I Wish I Knew How To Quit You

Whenever I start to feel a little disillusioned, I think about this blog and how I miss writing for it and how I miss the emails and comments and sense of camraderie.  Perhaps its the sweltering summer heat here in our nation’s capital (RealFeel – 105 degrees?  In June?  Even this Texan is wilting a bit) or perhaps its the fact that I’m six months into my “new and improved year” and feel decidedly “same and unchanged” but I think its time to come back to this.

Last year, so much of my identity was tied into my employment status and the search (or lack thereof) for some semblance of a career.  I’m pleased to say I’m still employed (although not lacking for topics of discussion in that area!) but I still feel that I am struggling, perhaps perpetually, with my immersion in Vita Abundantior.

I turned 27 this year – an unremarkable age for some, but in my mind, it represents what I imagine to be a 1/3 of my life already lived.  The next 1/3 seems like it has a significance to it, perhaps the final acceptance that I am an adult and should act as such.  But I’m still not entirely sure what being an adult means for me.

As you can see, I’ve got some things to discuss.  So I hope that you’ll add me back to your Google Reader and check in a couple times a week.  Remember, you can email me at postcollegiateblog [at] gmail [dot] com and follow me on Twitter.

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Vita Abundantior: Life More Abundant

I attended a small, [formerly] single-sex college located in the foothills of the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia.  I loved my college experience – like most people, it was a time when I formed relationships with mentors who inspired me, forged bonds with my closest confidantes and partners-in-crime, and where I felt myself grow into the person I am today.  It was the home that taught me to embrace the spirit of Vita Abundantior.

That was three years ago.  I still live in the foothills of the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia.  I still play Trivial Pursuit and attend film screenings with my mentors.  I still am close to many of the people who became my friends, drinking partners, and support system.  I still feel irrevocably changed by my college experience.  And yet, I sometimes feel as though that spirit of Vita Abundantior evades me.

Life More Abundant. It’s a challenging concept.  Every person who passed through our tiny school in the last 119 years has a different definition and any person reading this blog would as well.  When I first graduated from college, I thought I knew what my abundant life would hold – challenging but fulfilling work at a non-profit, adventures with fabulous friends, lusty romances with inappropriate men, and a modest amount of material wealth.  But, alas, it doesn’t always seem to work that way.

As of right now, I do not have a job.  I am, for the most part, unemployed.  Unemployment makes it difficult to possess material wealth, modest or otherwise, and certainly limits the ability to seek out adventures.  And yet, these last three months have held some of the most exciting, spectacular, and wholly unexpected moments in my life.  Perhaps my life was going to become a little more abundant once I deviated from the path.

My best friend, who I met on her very first day of college classes and who I am sure will appear in this blog often, said to me, “When I graduated from college, I couldn’t find anything that made me feel better.  There wasn’t anything out there that spoke to me.”

I hope this blog will do just that.  So send me your questions, your concerns, your hopes, your fears, your dreams, your schemes, and more.  Together, we can discover what a life more abundant can be for each of us.

Until then, Vita Abundantior, my friends.