Why are we sitting in a tree?
I’m currently in that epoch of life in which it feels like a revolving door of choices— some petite and insignificant, others gargantuan and life-altering. The latter being much more nuanced than can be discussed in the parameters of an Instagram caption or a quippy 90 second TikTok.
All the decisions/choices that have been taking up the majority of the real estate in my head and dominating the conversations between my friends and I these days are not bite-sized and easily consumable on social media. There is no tying up the complications of the kid decision in a pretty little bow and packaging it up in a “5 ways to help you decide if you want kids or not” Reel. I’ve been hungry for a space where it feels like one of those 3 hour dinner dates with a friend, during which you wade all over the place in an ocean of complex decisions and happenings in our lives that tend to come to the forefront your 30’s.
My 20’s were largely filled with figuring out I even had preferences and identifying those wants and needs, navigating career paths, wondering if that guy was really worth the drama (he’s not, but alas, it’s a canon event), and walking towards the illusion that once we arrived at the turning of the next decade, we’d have life figured out.
A lot of those things (finding love, finding a job, etc) that are largely framed as the finish line in some societal marathon, are actually just the beginning— just like moving into an empty house.
In your 30’s, the new questions begin. What are you going to fill your house with? Will you hate that ottoman the instant that you put it in your living room? Do you actually like mid-century modern, or did West Elm decide for you? Are you an L-shaped couch person or does the coziness of a loveseat call your name? Do blank white walls bring you serenity or do they feel like an anxiety-producing blank canvas that you feel the urge to infuse some color in?
There’s that falsehood those most of us born in the 80’s and 90’s were fed: Girl and Boy were sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Girl (Why is it always the girl? Rhetorical question… this whole thing is ultra heteronormative anyway 🙃) with the baby carriage.
Even though, yes, I found love, and I just got married, I feel like I’m sitting in the tree, staring at the next steps ahead and wondering what parts I want to participate in or abstain from.
Career paths, passions and hobbies, dating nowadays, relationships, friendships and how they evolve, family complexities, marriage, the baby decision, the unprecedented political and economic landscape of our generation, identities transformed by all those things and rediscovering yourself, the greater world we live in; making sense of it all seems more exhausting than ever, but also riper of possibilities to navigate it with intention and clear eyes. Life is anything but linear, so I think it’s about time we stop treating it as such. That’s what you’ll find here. I hope you’ll come sit in this tree with me to talk about it all.
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About Me
My name is Minna Lee Jamison (she/her) - and my name is pronounced Me-na (not Min-uh). I’m 33 years old and after 14 years in New York, I currently live in Southern California with my new husband and our 3 year-old son, @bennybthecorgi.
I’ve worn so many different hats throughout my career that I almost lose count sometimes, but it all really makes sense together when you think about it. I am and was a personal trainer + nutrition coach, wellness entrepreneur, creator, photographer, and writer.
I’m a first-generation Korean American. I have Endometriosis and Hashimotos. I’m a double Libra (rising + sun) and INFJ. I care deeply about this shared world we live in. I’ve always been a writer, and I’m so excited to share this space with you.
My joys: coffee, being by a body of water, spicy mezcal margaritas, making kimchi, going to the park with my boys, curling up with my kindle in silence and fresh sheets, film photography, illicit eating of cheese despite my body’s protests, hanging my head slightly outside a window while a car is moving, and the feeling of typing away furiously like Jim Carrey in Bruce Almighty when I have an explosion of thoughts.
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