Also, this birthday reminded me it has been 5 years since I graduated from law school. Now THAT'S something to go "Egad! The shock, the horror!" about. I cannot believe it has already been 5 years. But also, sometimes it feels like I cannot believe it has only been five years. I feel like such a different person than I did 5 years ago - like back then I was still a large chunk of marble just beginning to form, but now I've taken on more definition and maturity. (Yeah, I've read about Rodin recently, so the sculpting metaphor.)
From this realization I've decide - NO MORE 5 YEAR PLANS!! Well, really no more "N" year plans, since time lines can be more than 5 years, although 5 is a nice number - 4 or 6 just seem arbitrary.
You may be thinking to yourself, "But Dayna, you LOVE plans! You make plans to make plans! Plans are your favorite thing, after spreadsheets!" But it's not really the having a plan part that I am opposed to at this point, it's really more the content and execution of the plan that makes me not want another one.
Last week I finished a book about advice for woman to succeed in business (circa ~2000, so it was outdated, but still valid nonetheless). This book mentioned how women should have a career plan and then act on it. If I were to sum up the career portion of the 5 year, post law school 5 Year plan, it would be summed up as "find a job; don't suck." So, on the bright side, I nailed that piece of the plan!
I think that part of the plan was so vague because I didn't know what I wanted to do after law school. I figured "practice law" since I learned that, but I wasn't really excited about that idea. Plus, after having spent my years since I was 8 years old working to be dentist, and then failing at that right at the end, I didn't want that kind of a plan. I kept myself open. Luckily, without having any kind of career plan to start, I stumbled into something that really gave me the opportunity to grow and teach me more about what I can do, and what I want to do. I am still not sure I have a solid plan in place, long term speaking, but I am definitely on the right path now. Plus, I have a lot of great skills and I really like the work I'm doing (even if it stresses me out sometimes). Like many of my coworkers, though, I am willing to admit that I thrive in the crazy. If there's not too much to do, I'd probably get bored. ;^D
If I think about my previous 5 Year Plan, it would look something like this:
- Year 1 - Be employed and start to settle your life
- Year 2 - Find a man (still being employed is implied, ad infinitum)
- Year 3 - Get engaged
- Year 4 - Get married
- Year 5 - somewhere between getting ready to have kids and actually having one
I am not really sure if a plan like that would surprise people or not. I guess it depends on what aspects of my personality you know. On the one hand, I can see people being totally shocked. I am really smart, and I would like to think I am doing well in my career. I am ambitious in my own unassuming way. Plus, I apologetically state that I am a woman that would still need a career once I have children. I need adult time and something intellectually stimulating to balance out my life. I would even be totally okay with having a house husband - but at the very least would need a husband who would share the parenting duties 50/50, and would compromise on each of us making sacrifices to let us both have fulfilling careers.
On the other hand, I could see people not being surprised. I've always been a hopeless romantic. I've wanted kids probably since I was one. I am a nurturing person, and I love the idea of shaping a tiny half-version of me into a wonderful human being. I am a people person who values relationships, and that immediate family relationship of parents and child(ren) is something I would very much like to have.
So then, what were me results - I passed Year 1 - YAY! I'd even say I exceeded that, so I get extra credit. But still, that's not really a passing grade on my plan. The problem is, I feel like I have not made any real progress towards those other 4 items over the last 4 years. I feel like I am in the exact same spot I was 5 years ago.
Wait - scratch that - I am pretty sure I am in a worse place than I was 5 Years ago. Because with time and experience comes knowledge and decay, and neither of those help!
Let's take my most recent voyage into the world of online dating. This time around, having had no success with other apps, I tried Bumble. And let me tell you, I HATED IT!!! First off, let me say that I respect and appreciate what Bumble is trying to do - make a more female friendly online dating environment. Objectively, I think it's great. For me, it was THE WORST! The premise is, for guy/girl matches, both people swipe yay/nay. If there's a mutual interest, the girl is required to make contact first - which is great in general since it prevents a bunch of unsolicited dick pics and rude b.s. However, I had no such luck. I would think that at least one guy would message back, especially as we matched at some point, and I did my best (albeit flirting is my worst skill) to be friendly and engaging. But no luck - dozens of messages later and nothing.
So, here is what I "learned" from that experience. And I used air quotes because I am not sure if this is an actual lesson, or just me becoming more bitter and heartless in my old age. I "learned," and I don't mean to over generalize, single guys over 30 are douche bags. My overwhelming analysis of at least 80% of these profiles (consisting mostly just pictures, with some spare words, mostly douchy) portrayed guys that haven't matured enough to make a good boyfriend, because you can be rich and successful, and still not be a good boyfriend. And these profiles say they are looking for intelligent woman with substance, and not just hook ups. But in reality they want that, but in only hot chicks, who are preferably smart, but not as smart as them.
And as I'm writing that, I do feel extra judgmental and cynical. Or maybe, all of the decent guys are already taken. Or there are only a few decent ones left, and they get snatched up quickly. Because really, if you're one of the few decent men over 30 still left available, you've got many more choices and I wouldn't blame you for wanting to date someone better looking than me. And don't take that statement as me being all pity party, "I'm so ugly" kind of b.s. I just have an honest appraisal of myself. Even in this day and age of more body positivity, I know there are prejudices against larger women. At least I can say I accept who I am.
Really, I am not the kind of girl a guy is going to see across a crowded room and want to get to know. And hell, it even takes some getting to know me to get me past my awkward shyness. I am really an acquired taste, over time. Or at least I would assume so, given that I don't have any actual hard evidence to back this up. I've thought a lot about it, and being the quirky person that I am, I really see the "is some guy into me?" burden of proof as "beyond a reasonable doubt." And not any of that circumstantial evidence stuff either, because I have learned in these instances that circumstantial evidence can be REALLY wrong. Unless there's a clear confession, I know that there's no interest. I feel like I am just not good looking enough to tip that "I'll give it shot, who knows?" scale. And my personality is just quirky and independent enough to scare away men who are not secure in themselves to date a genius, independent, successful, bad ass lady. It's a rough place to be!
Because let's be real, I could see myself as intimidating. Even if a guy could think, "hey, she's got a decent enough face and cleans up well enough," I think I may be intimidating. Or at least I think someone told me that once upon a time. I think that's total bullshit though, a total cop out. True, I am insanely smart. And true, I've got a lot going for me personality and skills wise. But I am like almost the nicest person ever. And I am really low key and down to earth - not because I am trying to downplay myself, but just because that's who I am. I can be smart and independent and successful, and still be quiet, pensive, and unassuming. It's my personality. It's totally my Myers Briggs type! :^D (And you thought I wouldn't bring up Myers Briggs!!) Plus, I would just like to make a personal plug about my other skills (singing, baking, playing video games, being really funny), and I have excellent genetics - I know, I've had them tested!
Other than being intimidating (if that's even true - I think I'm calling my own b.s.), I am very enigmatic, and frankly awkward. Like I said, I can't tell if someone likes me (assuming that's ever happened). And I have no game. If you have ever thought I was flirty, it's probably because I wasn't flirting, because if I try, I am really bad at it. Plus, I am not obvious at ALL. I think part of this is being really in my head about everything. So it takes a lot to push out of my head and push out my personality to be flirtatious, all while being super anxious that I'm being an idiot. I also think I've gotten worse at this over the last couple years. It's been awhile since the last time I wanted to actively pursue an interest, and I think I've gotten more in my head about it.
Like let's say hypothetically I was partaking in a new activity as a way to get out of the house and meet new people. And while I don't do new activities to meet men, there is always that hope that I will, since the online dating thing is a miserable failure. And let's say hypothetically, there's a guy that could have some potential. I need to first establish that I have yet to confirm this as an actual interesting, since I have yet to confirm said hypothetical guys is (1) age appropriate, (2) available, and (3) attracted to women. Until I confirm all three, it's not worth my effort to exert more than platonic interest. But of course, since said hypothetical activity is ending soon, it may be moot soon anyway. But do you see what I'm saying about getting in my head? There are other odd thoughts, like having names too similar to people I know, and how weird that may or may not be. But mostly I wonder if this is an excuse to just not make any effort out of fear. Because it has been awhile since I've seen a new smile that makes me smile. But I digress.
Let's get down to the heart of the matter. I have been working hard at getting some work life balance. And while I currently find I am balancing, and excelling, at the work part, I feel like the life part is off balance. It's off balance not in the sense that I am working too much - I've been doing great a making sure I keep this part of the balance. It's really more that I don't feel there's a lot going on in the life part of this balance.
Don't get me wrong. I am really enjoying many of the things I am doing. And having the quiet time to read, write, and decompress has been really nice. I also really appreciate the time with my friends and family. It's just that I want more going on. Take a day like today, where I am just really worn out. Instead of crying alone to mopey songs in my car, it would be nice to come home to someone who I could take comfort in, whether that's snuggling on the couch, or just crying on their shoulder, with or without needing to talk about things. Sometimes you just need a catharsis and a long, lingering hug.
I feel this is a good time to help reiterate my position on hugs. I know it's a running joke among my friends that I don't like to hug. That is not the entire truth. I do not dislike hugs globally. I am just really selective on who I prefer to hug. If I do not know you very well, or heaven forbid you're one of the like 3 people I don't like, I don't want to hug you. But hugs from people I really care about - those are great! I am actually a very enthusiastic hugger if I like you a lot, especially if I am in a place where I feel more comfortable. Additionally, I tend to get huggy when I'm drinking, and have been known to hug random drunk strangers. But that's just further proof it's not about me disliking hugs, but more about the comfort of the situation. I also feel more comfortable hugging people I don't know that well when they give off a good aura.
Anyway, I think I was making a point about something. Oh, yes. It would be nice to have someone to come home to, someone to be on more personal terms with. I do appreciate the friends and family I have. And I really appreciate the people I can open up to or unload my burdens with. But none of them are mine. I want that person who is my person. Other people I am close to have their person, and I see how great that is, and I want one too! It just seems to get harder and harder to keep up the hope that that will happen. And I freak out about the ever shrinking pool of available men, because I really don't think I have the patience for anyone more than a year or two younger. I'm hello mature, motherfuckers!!
If you have gotten this far, I applaud you! And I appreciate your care in reading this. I really need this kind of release. It feels nice to be able to write a lot of this down. And if people read my blog, it's like I'm being open and vulnerable without me having to get past the nerves of opening up, and you not having to actually be in the same room as me! That's the kind of caring person I am!