Friday, February 23


30 and feeling hopeless? READ my story!

by C. R. Swanson

When I was 30, I wasn’t getting anywhere in life.

I was living in a single rented room, working a part-time job, barely keeping my life together.

Looking back to it now, I was surviving, but I wasn’t thriving and wasn’t making anything for myself.

So I moved over a thousand miles away, to live in Southern California.

I ended up in a community where the rent was cheap-ish, and jobs were plentiful.

At first I kept up my old bad habits, but when I was 31, I finally got a solid full-time job.

It wasn’t the best (convenience store cashier), but it enabled me to really feel like I was making some level of progress.

By the time I was 33, I was feeling stuck again.

Rent had shot through the roof, and the place I was living had limited options for me. So I moved again, this time to Phoenix, the capital and most populous city of Arizona.

And here…here I thrived.

I initially transferred with the convenience store chain I was working for, but after 9 months of living here, I got a job in technical support.

That kept a roof over my head and food in my stomach for almost five years.

Then the recession hit and I lost that job and had a hard time finding another one.

So I took shelter in academia for as long as I could, got a job working as a server for about two and half years, and eventually worked my way back into my current tech job.

So after all these years of effort, where I am now?

Now, I have a job I like at a company I like.

I have a stable, steady relationship with the man I love.

I have not just a roof over my head and food in my stomach, but quality food, and a good roof.

My schooling left me in debt, but I’m paying off that, plus all the other debt I’ve accumulated.

One step at a time.

I’m happy with who I am and where I’m at in life.

This wasn’t, as you can see, an overnight thing. But I worked at it.

I was unsatisfied at various points in my life, and would think, “What one major, important thing can I do, right now, that will improve this?”

And I did that. I did that repeatedly.

And now I’m where I am.

Some have asked me how I got to know that moving would change things for me.

Well, of course I didn’t know it would change things for the better.

But I knew that where I was wasn’t working out. I knew that if I wanted to change things, I had to…well, make a change.

A big one. Physically getting away from the situation you’re in will always make a difference, and hopefully a good one!


My name is C. R. Swanson.

I read a lot, I watch a lot of TV, and spend much time thinking about the world, my place in it, and how to improve both of those things.


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