Mission #30vs20

What a time to be alive. The sun is shining; thank you “global warming”. There seems to be a constant torrential down pour in southern California, who knew. And I’m 14 days into 30. The world is changing. Yet my unemployment has not. For no other reason than I choose to. I have zero interest in setting up an interview, I find them to be so tedious now. There was a time I thoroughly enjoyed meeting people and talking about myself. Four start up jobs later I am emotionally exhausted. Need to switch things up!

I lived a ridiculously beautiful life with zero regard for where it would lead. Made friends with the hopes of longevity but watched it crumble in front of me. Worked dead end jobs blinded by an imaginary outlet. Did a lot of questionable things for the thrill of an adventure. All of which I intend to keep doing but with a purpose. Overcoming my innate fear of failure.

Changing your lifestyle starts with a mantra. A word, or slogan repeated over and over again to keep the distracted you, more focused. This year, I have chosen “Mission 30 vs 20. No, this is not an episode of Celebrity Death Match. My new self isn’t going to beat my old self with an over the hill pinata. I am still in the ring, ready for another fight, just a bit more prepared to miss all those heavy hits!

The day of the Superbowl, my team won for the sixth time my lifetime. Five other times I swore I would see the parade. Five other times I promised my brother I would take him. Five other times I missed it. This year was different. This year I made a vow to myself that every action needed a reaction. If I drunkenly say I am going to do something than I have no other choice but to follow through.

Two days later, at 4:30 in the morning I packed up the car and drove five hours to Boston with my brother and grandmother in tow. With road closure ahead we parked a few towns over, and waited with the rest of the fans. Trolley after Trolley passed us by, Patriot fans packed in like sardines. Ten trolleys later and the track is derailed. What are the odds of that right? Welcome to my more defined life that just flew off the tracks. Any who back to our story. The parade was about to start and we had to LYFT it across town with a guy who knew nothing of Boston! Ave Maria!! We finally arrived only to catch the last few minutes. It was a really short parade! I promised my brother a show, immediately we ran 15 blocks to get in front of the parade, in the process I lost my Grandmother in the crowd. Over a million people located at the Boston Commons, phones, of course down, and there I was, smack dab between this once in a lifetime experience and never seeing my grandmother again.

Do not judge me, I saw the parade. I had to.

Fifteen minutes later, blue red & white, everywhere! “How to find abuela”, my brother asked. I had no clue. I must have asked a hundred police officers when it occurred to me. Before I ran off, I told her to follow the crowd straight until she couldn’t anymore. Guess where I found her? Following the yellow brick road straight. I must say I am a terrible but genius sitter.

We all made it home. The End.

February is a short month, but it seems to be the most important one of them all. A groundhog decides our future apparel decisions. A day of love can turn into a day of hate if not planned properly. It seems to be someone’s birthday everyday! Day nineteen and I have driven up the east coast, thrown a disco themed birthday party, and plunged into a frozen lake. All moments I said I would do once upon a time. 

Last year, I attended the Greenwood Lake Winter Carnival pregnant and watched person after person jump into this ice cold body of water. At the time my child was slowly dying inside of me that I almost considered reviving him with a splash of water. Obviously, I didn’t. That day I told myself I would be back, nude if they let me. They did not. As the months rolled by, I always kept an eye out for this upcoming polar bear plunge. We moved from the city but going back never left my mind. The day came, the sun smiling down on me and the wind well it was pretty chilly! I had my bag packed with towels, extra clothes everything but shoes! Dum Dum Dum.

Before I could build up the courage to jump, I needed my favorite meal. Fish tacos from Mexicanzingo. This was a bad idea. We spent so much time at the restaurant, I never thought about the logistics of checking in. Twenty minutes before “operation freeze your tits”, I walk into a tent with half naked men & women ready to take on the challenge. As for me? I was alone and a rookie. People were chugging beers, putting on costumes and oh wearing water shoes. There I was a fish out of water, literally. Jumping in with no shoes, was a BIG No No. It was either go with the shoes I had on or miss out on the event I planned for a year. What do you think I did? 

Combat boots on my feet, my husband cheering me on by the sidelines as I paraded through the mud. He thought about doing it until we showed up and quickly changed his mind. I mean, the lake was completely frozen, so I get him. My mother showed up to support me, but she never got a chance to see me. Remember I told you eating the fish tacos was a bad idea. I felt bad for her, she missed my brother’s game, drove thirty minutes to see me for two seconds only to get Mexican food revenge. My brother hexed her, I’m sure of it. As I was saying, hundreds of people there to watch us plunge to our deaths. I mean really, this could have been a serious hospitalizing situation and every one is in the background cheering us on. Man, I love America.

You never really understand the movie Titanic, and why it was so vital for Rose to share the door with Jack, until you are fully submerged in melted ice. I was in there for a second that felt like hours. It was magical. This coming from a girl who takes long hot showers daily! I did it! I could have lost a toe, but I made it, and with a snap of a finger it was over. There was no need to be nervous or afraid, I had spent more time talking about it then actually plunging.

At that moment, it had all made sense. This was me. A woman exploding with adventure. A fearless warrior of my own self doubt. If I could drive five hours to see a football player, or an hour to dip into an ice bath. What else was I able to do? Can I take over the world? Yes, but first I need to get paid.

Love More, Peace More and Roar More.

Your Newly Uncovered Fearless Spirit Guide,

 

Allie

The Allieway is an open forum ready to hear, listen, create and share. You can contact me via email, livetheallieway@gmail.com, Instagram, Facebook or Twitter

 

21 Comments

  1. LLP

    February 20, 2019 at 9:17 am

    What an awesome intro into this game of life! Level 30 – you will do great things – I have no doubt

  2. Lola

    February 20, 2019 at 9:17 am

    What an awesome intro into this game of life! Level 30 – you will do great things – I have no doubt

  3. Scott Gombar

    February 20, 2019 at 10:30 am

    Not sure where to start here. Happy Birthday. The Patriots are my least favorite football team. I want to move to San Diego but my pockets say otherwise. Yes interviews are tedious, I 100% agree. The job search process is a job in itself.
    You do have a talent for writing though, keep it up. I found your blog post to be intriguing. Go Jets

    1. LivetheAllieWay

      February 24, 2019 at 4:03 pm

      haha you being a jets fan makes this comment so much more awesome! thanks for reading!

  4. Tee

    February 20, 2019 at 10:40 am

    But first I need to get paid haha I can’t with you. Love it mana!

  5. Stacie

    February 20, 2019 at 12:18 pm

    I’m glad you went ahead and got right in there. Your husband sounds like he’s a great cheerleader for you.

  6. Chad

    February 20, 2019 at 4:16 pm

    Super love your post lol!!! Can i take over the world? Yes but first i need to get paid lmao i died. Love your style.
    Chad
    http://www.mosaicslab.com

  7. Dennis Littley

    February 20, 2019 at 8:26 pm

    Being fearless, even if it’s just some days, is a great way to make the most out of life. Adventure with a purpose is near unstoppable.

  8. Heather

    February 20, 2019 at 11:20 pm

    I miss my 30’s. I feel like they flew right by. Enjoy every moment. It’s the best time!

  9. Chastity

    February 20, 2019 at 11:44 pm

    Turing 30 is when you truly find yourself. It’s great you are a risk taker it will help in the foundation of your life. Plus very cool you went to the parade, awesome!

  10. Shannon Lyon

    February 21, 2019 at 12:39 am

    Love the mantra!! You’re doing 30 right.

  11. Katie

    February 21, 2019 at 12:48 am

    So much happens from 20-30. It’s a major life stage transition. You find yourself kinda grown up, while still vividly remembering the 20 year old you. I hope you have many great adventures ahead.

  12. Catherine Santiago Jose

    February 21, 2019 at 8:00 am

    Such a beautiful and funny article to read. I am glad that you were able to see your favorite team and I am also happy because your husband is always with you and supporting with all your adventures.

  13. Nicole Bertrand

    February 21, 2019 at 10:35 am

    Loved your post and sense of humor! Oh, and as a fellow New Englander…GO PATS!!

  14. Preet

    February 21, 2019 at 11:17 am

    What a lovely and very supportive husband you have. It was a great experience of seeing your team.

  15. John Mulindi

    February 21, 2019 at 1:11 pm

    This is an interesting read. I really enjoyed going through this. Thanks.

  16. Vanessa Delia

    February 21, 2019 at 4:15 pm

    I completely understand the 30 feeling. I live in Cali as well and have been enjoying the rain, we’ve sure needed it.

  17. Tiffany La Forge-Grau

    February 21, 2019 at 4:17 pm

    Consistency is definitely how you can change your life. However, it takes bravery too and being open to change!

  18. Sara Welch

    February 21, 2019 at 6:50 pm

    Transitioning into your thirties can be overwhelming, but I promise these are the best years! Happy Birthday and welcome to the club!

  19. kumamonjeng

    February 22, 2019 at 4:24 am

    30 is the beginning of life, women get more mature during that age and live happier. Glad to know that you have a beautiful life. That’s a dream.

  20. Cherry

    February 24, 2019 at 1:56 pm

    You can do anything mana and I’m so proud of the way your trying to view your future and the world today ! If u have so much to give I can wait to see what’s next for you on this journey !

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