A New Awakening

Waking up sick is absolutely dreadful. I don’t mean hungover but literally coughing with a sore throat. That’s what happened to me on Tuesday this past week. The feeling would linger in my body for four more days (and counting). It was on November 30, 2017 sick at home that I realized: in just six months, I am going to be 30 years old.

THIRTY. YEARS. OLD. For some people, it’s a death sentence. For others, it’s a second coming of age. For me, I’d have to say it’s the latter. Ever since I turned 26, I felt the ageism seep into my psyche — slow enough to carry on normally but enough to catch myself thinking ageist thoughts. Isn’t he too old to be doing that? Isn’t he trying too hard to fit in with the younger guys? As I got older, I’ve felt the anxiety creep up much like a villain in a horror movie. With half of a year left, I started to wonder: am I in a good place?

Well, the answer is yes. This realization greatly calmed my nerves. The positive events and achievements in my life thus far outweigh the negative ones. Over the past decade, I’ve met thousands of people and nurtured good friendships. Despite the superficiality of New York City gay culture, I’ve managed to find a close-knit group of friends that I trust. My professional career, on the other hand, has been more sporadic. It was filled with wonderful highs and depressing lows.

I know what it’s like to jobless for months. I know what it’s like to live in my parents’ basement and to struggle paying rent. I know what it feels like to be overcome by the stigma of failure and stench of shame. I even know what it’s like to be judged for my personal life, most notably for identifying as LGBT. It sucks. It totally sucks! These were things that beyond my control. However, these experiences have sharpened my perspective and always kept me humble.

My twenties were most certainly a time for growth and for change. I took a stab a standup comedy in 2012. My one fun fateful night on stage turned into a two-year adventure! Learning how to work a crowd transcended into presentation skills that I still use to this day. Early in 2014, I entered into the marketing industry. Each marketing job provided such valuable experience, including traveling the country (and the world)! As a self-proclaimed marketing expert, I was able to leverage my abilities in the activism/political realm. I don’t get paid for it, but it’s what I enjoy doing most.

For my last six months of my twenties, I want go out with a bang! I’ve learned so much and accomplished quite a bit. I’ve been featured in a several media outlets for my work — in comedy and in politics/activism. I totally have what it takes to leverage this into something bigger and better. It may be too late to make “Forbes 30 Under 30” list, but the next decade seems even more promising. Maybe I’ll start my own business. Maybe I’ll run for office. Maybe I’ll launch a new comedy empire. Well, I’m still sick in bed as I write this. But it doesn’t mean I can’t start plotting my next moves. After all, the day isn’t over and neither are my twenties!

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