In-tro-spec-tion (crossposted from my facebook)
It all started so innocent. A simple question.
"So, did you ever think you'd end up where you are today"?
Which I had no answer to.
Because seriously, I never imagined that at 27 I'd be living 5 miles from my parents and working in polyester with a bad habit of eating chocolate chip cookie dough and drinking bacardi mixed with koolaid. I figured by now, I'd be eating sensibly instead of throwing my lima beans off the porch when no one is looking. That cereal would be a breakfast only food and wouldn't have prizes in it anymore. Or colored marshmellows. I wouldn't sing along with hair bands in my underwear making the neighbors wonder if I'm being murdered. I also figured I would have learned some people should simply not sing out loud...and I am one of them.
I was supposed to be living on my own and teaching literature. Or at least working retail with my bachelor's degree. I wasn't supposed to get married first much less divorced and remarried before some of my friends settle down.
Instead I'm living in a rental house with too many carpenter bees (which I still chase with wiffle bats) with my boy best friend and husband. I stay up too late, don't get enough sleep and have consumed enough Taco Bell that I wish I owned stock. I have tried to quit smoking SIXTEEN times and failed every time (with the singular exception of when I was pregnant with my son). I keep telling myself that tomorrow I'll eat healthier, drink more water and do some form of exercise besides using my right hand to move the mouse as I play on the internet.
And when tomorrow comes, I procrastinate again.
On the bright side- I haven't set myself on fire in YEARS and haven't had to have stitches since labor. I only occasionally lose my car keys (though I can't keep a pair of sunglasses longer than a month...) and haven't had to call the fire department in a long time to unlock my car. I actually eat more then 3 vegetables. I haven't thrown a shoe at anyone in a while either.
So maybe, just maybe I've grown up a little bit. But I refuse to give up my Apple Jacks. (or the neat Star Trek badgey thing that came in it!)
"So, did you ever think you'd end up where you are today"?
Which I had no answer to.
Because seriously, I never imagined that at 27 I'd be living 5 miles from my parents and working in polyester with a bad habit of eating chocolate chip cookie dough and drinking bacardi mixed with koolaid. I figured by now, I'd be eating sensibly instead of throwing my lima beans off the porch when no one is looking. That cereal would be a breakfast only food and wouldn't have prizes in it anymore. Or colored marshmellows. I wouldn't sing along with hair bands in my underwear making the neighbors wonder if I'm being murdered. I also figured I would have learned some people should simply not sing out loud...and I am one of them.
I was supposed to be living on my own and teaching literature. Or at least working retail with my bachelor's degree. I wasn't supposed to get married first much less divorced and remarried before some of my friends settle down.
Instead I'm living in a rental house with too many carpenter bees (which I still chase with wiffle bats) with my boy best friend and husband. I stay up too late, don't get enough sleep and have consumed enough Taco Bell that I wish I owned stock. I have tried to quit smoking SIXTEEN times and failed every time (with the singular exception of when I was pregnant with my son). I keep telling myself that tomorrow I'll eat healthier, drink more water and do some form of exercise besides using my right hand to move the mouse as I play on the internet.
And when tomorrow comes, I procrastinate again.
On the bright side- I haven't set myself on fire in YEARS and haven't had to have stitches since labor. I only occasionally lose my car keys (though I can't keep a pair of sunglasses longer than a month...) and haven't had to call the fire department in a long time to unlock my car. I actually eat more then 3 vegetables. I haven't thrown a shoe at anyone in a while either.
So maybe, just maybe I've grown up a little bit. But I refuse to give up my Apple Jacks. (or the neat Star Trek badgey thing that came in it!)