I think I’m growing into an adult.
I used to think being an adult was doing dishes, laundry, and paying your own bills and taxes. But I’ve been doing all that for years now, and I’m still a kid; so that’s certainly not what makes up being an adult!
But tonight I did have the epiphany that I might be getting older.
My day consisted of going to work, starting laundry, going to the gym, heading back home, looking at the clock and thinking, “OMG! IT’S ONLY 6:55!! I’M TOTALLY GOING TO MAKE IT HOME IN TIME TO WATCH WHEEL OF FORTUNE AND JEOPARDY!!”.
And that was my indicator that I might be getting kind of lame.
Or perhaps I’m both fun/carefree/up for anything as well as content with slow nights, and tea, and being alone with myself.
That sounds like a pretty good way to be, pretty rad. I have certainly not always been okay with slow nights and being alone with myself- always had to have people to see, somewhere to go… Maybe I like this being an adult thing.
Now you’ll have to excuse me. The dryer’s almost done with its cycle, and I have some warm sweatpants to put on.