June 25th, 2010 | 1 comment | Skydiving

If you’ve been paying attention at all this week, it’s obvious that I was having a teensy crisis of sorts.

I’m blaming my parents. Seriously.

For the past (almost) 14 days, my parents have been selfishly galavanting around the glaciers of Alaska, instead of waiting by the phone for me to call them when I have a minor mid-twenties-semi-crisis-but-n0t-really moment. Clearly they forgot to take their ginkgo biloba and also forgot that their world should revolve around their first born’s world. HELLOOOOOO, we’ve been playing this game for 25 years now!

I’m kidding. Really. Kinda.

But in all seriousness, please don’t worry.

I’d like to shout out (anonymously, for fear that every single 20-something who ever has a problem would soon bombard my wonderful people in an attempt to regain their sanity) to the people that have listened to me sort this all out. Have you ever been on a really awesome rollercoaster? One with 8,000 loop-dee-loops and at least 234 hills? If you’re one of the people I’m saying thank you to, then yes, you have, and it’s like you couldn’t escape it or get your seatbelt off because just when you thought I was done pestering you for advice or 30 minutes to chat, I’d come back having done a complete 180 and push that green button that sends you back around for another lap around the track. Deep breath, that was a long sentence. You guys are troopers. I mean it.

I’d also like to shout out (generally) to the #u30pro group for having a really awesome chat last night. It was so awesome to hear about everyone else’s experiences in this little stage of their lives – and funny thing is, we all lived to talk about it! There’s hope!

So, with that being said – let the sparkles, rainbows, blue skies and rays of sunshine continue to beam from my ridiculously happy (and sunburned) face. I’m blessed to have a community that is in-tune with where I’m at, where I’m going and where I want to end up some day. And for all of you who have had to witness this little patch in person, let’s all hug and high five, okay?

Mom and Dad on the other hand… I have a bone to pick with you.

And for those of you that haven’t seen it – I believe nearly 14 days of not calling my parents on my walk into work is responsible for this mess. Read up on it here. And yes, I know I’m not 7-12 but it totally applies, OKAY?