Thirty and living with my mom…
Does this really make me unsuccessful? Let me tell you why I ask that…because that’s what I’ve been told.
Forget my degrees or license, all the non-profits that I volunteer(ed) for, families that have been helped to reunify, women and children I’ve counseled, group studies and support groups I’ve led, people I’ve sacrificed for etc. etc.
Because I live back with my mother (and have for a while now) in the room I grew up in, do not currently own any red bottoms or new bags that cost your rent (not mortgage), do not sleep with random men, refuse to settle in a relationship I’m unhappy in, do not swoon over bottles at the club or the men who pitch in to buy one, no longer drink myself into a drunken stupor, or bring in income the way that people feel I should…I’m unsuccessful? This can’t be true.
When I was 23 and finishing up my Masters Degree I had an idea of what I wanted to accomplish. Find a job, move back out my mom’s, get married at some point (I’d be patient as long as it was before 26/27), have some kids, travel tons etc. Well, I got a job fresh out yay but the rest? FAIL, FAIL, FAIL, FAIL!!!
As of today…literally today, it’s my birthday =)
Melanie N. Lee
I just REALLY love Jesus!!!
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