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My First Post As A Quarterlife Crisis Survivor

posted 29th July 2010    Written by: Katie    CATEGORY: Inspiration, Katie, Season 2

“One day you’ll feel like everything is finished. That will be the very beginning.” – Unknown

I’ve started, completed, deleted, and rewritten this post about 10 times already. 6 months ago, I was composing my first blog post as a Season 2 guest blogger, and today I’m composing my last post.

Even typing “last post” doesn’t sit right with me.  I feel like its a fluke, Molly is going to call Nicole, Heather Rae and I tomorrow and say “Hey lovelies, you’re my permanent quarterlife crisis bloggers!” Of course I understand that it would be as if she were sentencing us to a lifetime of Quarterlife Crisis blogging – which is kind of a prison sentence. But a pretty prison, with flowers and pink sketchy stars and hand drawn hearts. But a prison, nevertheless.

6 months ago I was sleeping and spending my days away doing nothing of great joy. I couldn’t remember the last time that I was truly happy, let alone how to spend a day being good to myself. I was stuck in a dark tunnel, and though little bits of light would shine in, I was too busy shielding my eyes from it. I got too comfortable with the feeling of misery, and was satisfied with a mediocre day instead of chasing amazing days and experiences. I wrote it off as depression, but was relieved to find out that other women were in the same situation I was, and it wasn’t a life of misery sentence.

It was just a quarterlife crisis.

Halfway through (about 3 months ago) I hit my ultimate rock bottom and blogged here about it. I realized that in order for things to change, I had to make changes. Wanting things to change wasn’t enough. Getting e-mails from the Universe wasn’t enough. I had to show up to life in order to experience it. Life can’t be lived from underneath the covers, no matter how many numbered thread count they are.

You guys kind of know me by now, right? I’m sure I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again,  I don’t complete things. I have tons and tons of ideas, but absolutely no follow through. I’ve been trying to graduate school for 7 years now. I start tons of projects and never see them to completion. I end up working to a point that challenges me in a new way that I’m not prepared for, and I stop.

But this time for 6 months, 180 days, I created 26 blog posts. I stuck with it, I posted through the good times, and through the bad.  I can proudly say that even though my days aren’t filled with sunshine and happy things, I can see a bright light at the end of my tunnel.

I’ll be graduating in a little over 2 months, and going on to get my degree. I’ve cut red meat out of my diet and am working toward eliminating chicken. I moved from New Jersey to Philadelphia. I know what I want from life, and I know exactly what I need to do to get it. I’ve cultivated healthy habits and developed strong relationships.

…and I have all of you to thank.

To The Readers: Those of you who have read, commented, retweeted, liked facebook statuses, etc. THANK YOU. Whenever one of my posts would hit, I’d check religiously to see if anyone commented with their own experiences/feedback. This surely sent Molly’s stats off the charts with Philadelphia, PA hits.

To Heather and Nicole - You ladies are complete awesome-stars. I loved blogging with you lovely ladies and getting daily inspiration from you. I can only hope we stay in close touch, and I’ll be keeping up with you and your lives as often as humanly possible.

To Molly - I don’t do emotion, but you forced it out of me. Your Joy Equation encouraged me to really assess my current reality, and realize that things needed to change. I learned that I can do anything that I want to do, but I need to DO things in order to achieve things.  I’m the poster child for “I tried every program and nothing worked”, and you proved me wrong. Your faith, encouragement, and reassuring support got me through the toughest time of my life. I also don’t do XOXO’s, but XOXO, seriously.

To The Season 3 Bloggers: I’m so excited to be working so close with you guys. Your stories are super amazing, and I can’t wait to hear more about how your big lives unfold over the next 6 months. Enjoy the journey, and if you need anything, blog related or not, hit me up. Sometimes you just need that neutral ear to listen. I’m here, babes.

And with that, friends, I must be moving on. Although it’s comfortable here, sharing my experience with the QLC, it’s time for me to become an official Quarterlife Crisis Survivor and keep on surviving.

And in the words of one of my guilty pleasure movies, Grease:

“Is this the end?”
“Of course not, it’s only the beginning”

Instead of the traditional name and description image that I typically use at the end of my posts, and have for the last 6 months, I have a new, improved one with the applicable updates, courtesy of the wonderful, amazing, and talented Erin Workman. (She makes adorable things at her Etsy shop. She has adorable puppies. She also does some awesome graphic and web design.)


[Note from the Editor:  Katie, Katie, Katie.  Seriously, where do I even start?  You have been an AMAZING voice here.   You have been an AMAZING fan of Stratejoy.   You are simply AMAZING, Katiepants.  I don't know if I've ever told you this- but I get plenty of emails that start with, "I totally relate to Katie.  I'm so glad you featured someone just like me..."  Your honesty, your sass, your ability to pay attention to why you do what you do and then share it with us is pretty incredible.   Those big dreams of yours, honey?  They're so yours.  Not a doubt in my mind.

Thank you with every ounce of my being for sharing your story..  I am so thankful I got the chance to spend so much time with you in DC (hugging you every other minute!) and can't wait until our next rendezvous.  And I'm freakin' jazzed you're staying on to help with Season 3.  The girls couldn't have a better big sister.   Big smooshy xxxx's and oooo's,  Molly]

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Moving Makes Me Feel Happy. And Guilty. But Mostly Happy. Sort Of.

posted 11th March 2010    Written by: Katie    CATEGORY: Katie, Quarterlife Crisis, Season 2, Travel

It’s  hard for me to imagine that in 2 short months, I won’t be in New Jersey. Chances are, I’ll be over 500 miles away.

I’ll undoubtedly miss some things, like cheese steaks and Tastykakes. But, the things one would normally miss in life? Those are a different story.

My biggest problem with moving isn’t the traditional regret or indecision. For the first time in my life, I’ve made a decision and I’m actually sticking to it. Ask around, I tend to not make decisions about anything in my life including where to go for dinner or what I want for my birthday.

My number one reason for this insanity being that I don’t want to offend or impose on anyone else. Even if I have to put my own wants and preferences aside, it’s always been worth it to make others happy.

I am however finding the overall guilt of moving to be overwhelming. It’s not even a guilt that I’m leaving so many people behind. I’m relatively certain that they’ll be fine without me. Rather, I feel guilty for not feeling more guilty about moving. Follow that one!

I’m leaving behind my father, mother, brother, countless friends, and memories. Though there are moments I quickly think something like “Oh, what will HE do about THAT situation without me?”, I quickly chase it away with the thought that everything will be fine. One of the friends that I told I was moving asked me if I’d miss him. I said yes.

I lied.

I’m not saying that my relationships that I currently have don’t matter. All of my relationships past and present have shaped me into the person that I am today. Independent. Determined. Straight up Crazy. I have many people to thank for their inspiration, but without even a second look back, I’m leaving them and I’m incredibly stoked.

Shouldn’t it be harder for me to leave behind my entire life? Shouldn’t I be able to say “I’ll Miss You” and mean it?

I can’t help but to feel that I don’t belong here. Though I’m surrounded by many friends and family, I feel misunderstood and often unwelcome. Granted, I’ve made my share of mistakes thus far, but is it really fair to feel unwelcome in your own life? Hell no.

Each time I tell someone that I’m leaving, I try to sound somewhat sad. I figure that’s how announcements of long-term moves go, right?

The Moving Girl tells her  family and friends she’s moving. Her family and friends try to get her to stay because they’ll miss her. She is touched by such attempts and one lonely tear runs down her face because she too will miss them. That tear is enough to make her decide to stay. She puts aside her own wants, to think of others. Moving girl never moves but always dreams of what life would be life if she did.

I can’t even muster up a tear when I tell people about my decision to relocate. In fact, I get self-aware and make sure I’m not cheesin’ too hard with my wide smile.

That said, I almost feel a little depressed at the thought that I’m not sad to leave anyone. Though my relationships are important to me, are they not “that” important? Have they lost their appeal to me because I don’t  find them fulfilling? If they’re so important, shouldn’t I spend some more time nurturing them?

I’ll probably spend the next few weeks thinking this situation into oblivion. I’m certain that the relationships that are strong enough will survive this test of distance.

I’m definite that I will.

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