What happened this weekend when I was supposed to be having fun…

This is the story of how I realized this weekend I was living my dream life…

I’m at a bachelorette party. The most bachelorette party I’ve ever attended (there were no less than THREE cakes shaped like male anatomy) and its awesome. The maid of honor did an amazing job planning everything. Y’all the invitations were cork coasters! About half of us know each other already and the other half had grown up together, but neither side was acquainted yet other than through our lovely bride. The getting to know you stage progressed as drinks were poured and we started to play Cards Against Humanity, the best way to make a new friend or make sure someone never hangs out with you again. We had a playlist of fun music videos going on the TV and a running commentary of whatever pop icon was currently gyrating across the screen. I’m about three cocktails into my first night away from my 16 month old baby and having fun. A few Fergie songs come on in a row and then it happens. During the Fergalicious video I notice that she has quite a few Asian backup dancers. Which reminds me of Gwen Stefani and the Harajuku Girls craze around that same time. This reminds me the paper I’m working on for my children’s lit class about the rise of comics for kids, my professor had suggested the interest in Manga had an effect. Through my cocktail fuzzy brain I try to make a mental note to look up the dates and see if they match up with the rise of Manga. I remember reading Fruit’s Basket around that same time so I think they will. Eventually the party winds down and we all head to bed. I wake up the next morning and can’t go back to sleep thinking about all those connections. How excited I am to look more into the possibilities. I guess as difficult as this road is and will be even in the future, I know this is the right one for me. When you’re at a party and still can’t shut off that part of your brain thinking big thoughts… This is your brain on academia.

The take away is this – sometimes things are beyond stressful in my life right now between being a mom, school, and working. But I was surrounded by friends I dearly love, my partner was giving me a much deserved night off, yet I was still thinking about my writing. Finally writing had become central to my life. I went to bed thinking about it and I woke up thinking about it. It was an awesome feeling. I’m going to hold onto that dearly as I get through this last year of my Master’s. This is it, my dream life. I’m living it. It’s not perfect by any means, but it’s perfect for me and that’s all I need. I turn 30 in a few weeks and, unlike my 25th birthday, I’m feeling satisfied. Here’s to being 30 and flirty and fun!!!

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