I feel like I’ve been bogging you guys down with seriousness a lot lately. I’m a pretty serious person, but I also think I’m pretty fun. At least, I like to do fun stuff and then get drunk and have overly emotional serious talks with people. At least I try.

I have a lot of such funness coming up in the near future. Wanna know more? Sure you do.

Well, for starters, next weekend I’m flying over to Las Vegas for a St. Patty’s extravaganza/introducing my boyfriend to my whole fam-damily event.

It’s going to be a thing. A crazy, no sleep, drink so much green beer I pee green, eat until my pants pop and try to win a million dollars thing.

Especially now that I’m basically in between jobs and have a little bit less stress than usual (although I do have a big deadline due when I get back). Especially ESPECIALLY because I’m going with my family, who I’ve mentioned several times can certifiably party me under the blackjack table.

Then I’ll be MOVING, which I’m actually really excited about because I’m in love with my apartment and plan to throw my first ever housewarming party. If you want to bring me free booze, you’re invited.

In April, I’ve finally found a music festival in D.C. that’s worth going to:

It’s a music AND a food thing. A healthy food thing, too, I think.

I’m really excited to see Explosions in the Sky in concert, because I’ve always imagined lying on a blanket and listening to their music under the stars. I’ve never been to a show at Merriweather Pavilion before, but this seems like a possibility. If not, it will still be good.

Also, I still really like the Shins. I know it’s not cool to like them anymore, or maybe it IS cool because it’s NOT cool anymore. But whatever, I like them. I also like Fun. even though they blew up faster than a set of lips on the Real Housewives.

So, that should be good times.

I also signed up for this today, and I think everyone should do it with me. Kelly?

Disclaimer: I’m really not a super lush. I drink water too. Swearsies. But really, how much fun is it to talk about water?

Yesterday, I quit my job and accepted a new one.

I’ve been pretty upset about it, because I feel like I’m really letting my current company down. But as I’ve been pretty honest about, the job was really causing me a lot of unnecessary anxiety. I could do the work, and I was good at it, but I didn’t really feel that I jived with the corporate culture of putting work before life.

The new job will be essentially the same work, but for a travel company, which really excites me. As a proposal writer, I’ve never had a job in the past where the subject matter actually interests me. In this position, I think I’ll have that.

Also, I interviewed with two of the people I’ll be working with and we just got along incredibly well. They both try to write outside of work, and I am so attracted to that.

I think work should definitely be an important factor in a person’s life, but it shouldn’t be the only factor. I have creative passions outside of work, and I need the time and space to explore them.

Quitting my job yesterday was very hard. I hate to disappoint anyone, and I hate that I will cause my current coworkers more work and stress because I’m leaving. But, in the end, I had to do what was right for me.

Certain people seem to think that by not putting my career before my personal life, all I want to do is get married and procreate. That’s pretty messed up. Especially considering the complete and utter lack of interest I have in procreation. But I didn’t argue with these naysayers – let them think what they will. Not everyone in life is going to understand me or appreciate my lifestyle and that’s fine.

It kind of proved to me that I was making the right decision. No job will be perfect, but I think this one will be more me, and I’m excited about that.

It’s interesting to think about this situation in relation to my last post about generational selfishness (so many awesome comments by the way).

I do think I’m being pretty selfish in quitting a good job for a better, possibly easier job that will cause me less anxiety.

I work hard at any job I have, but at the same time, I know I’m not ever going to wake up in the morning and live only for my career. Does that mean I’m a little bit self centered? Probably, but I know that I will only get out of my work and my life what I put into it.

To me, my personal life is just the more worthy component. I don’t know if that’s right or wrong, or if it even matters, but I don’t think it’s likely to change anytime soon.

I don’t ever want to stop working, I like the feeling of doing a job well, but I’d like to continue working toward a career that fits into my personal life instead of distracting from it. I see so many people ruin relationships or run themselves into the ground and bad health because all they care about is work. And isn’t that also somewhat selfish?

I really didn’t mean to go there with that, but just something I’ve been thinking about.

Making career decisions is a difficult thing, especially in your twenties because financially and mentally you’re not all the way stable yet (at least I’m not). But I’m trusting my somewhat selfish gut and hoping for the best. We’ll see what happens.