Being an Adult
I blew off church this morning. I felt badly about it a little later, because adulting (see below) is on my mind a lot lately, and skipping church just because I don't want to get out of bed is not an adult thing to do, plus I could use some more God in my life, but here we are.
Here is the thing. For the past week or so, I've felt moderately bombarded with adult problems. Appointments! Responsibilities! Worries! By the time I hit Friday, I felt so stupidly adult that I wanted nothing more than to go back to bed. Similarly yesterday--although I was pleased with how auditions went and not stressed out, I spent most of the afternoon wrestling with iMovie and then the evening at roller derby.
So I woke up this morning at 7:00 when the light in my room was too bright despite the blackout curtains, and I said to myself, "I do not want to get up. I want to stay home today and not be beholden to anyone else."
(This is impossible because I do have an appointment to keep today--haha I make it sound so businessy--but that's most of what I plan to do today, stay home and concentrate on myself, and not watch TV until the evening.)
Adult problems. I do not like them. They honestly have been weighing heavy on me for the past several weeks, and really this week was just a big bucket of horrible cold water, like, Oh hey I'm really on my own here!
Example: the fan in my car does not seem to work anymore. The air conditioning already doesn't work, but now I can't even get air to circulate. Fail.
Well, that is more or less all I'll say on the matter; I just really needed a day off. (Lordy, I need a week off.)
In my last entry, I mentioned the blog Adulting. I have now read through the archives and this may be what is making me think things like, "These are only problems that adults have." Last Sunday I had some TV (probably the Simpsons) on and was lounging on my couch wearing only a camisole and leggings--I'd been wearing a dress over them but took it off once I got home. To wit: TV, barely dressed, and reading archives of a blog.
Then I thought, This is not a very adult way to behave. So I got up, put on some semi-real clothes (fun 80s top that I realized after I put it on that I might be too old to wear D:), and did some work. I hand-squeezed lemon juice! I made quinoa! I used my blender! I made dressing! I watered my plants! I felt massively adult.
I honestly have been writing entries for the entire month of May and then for one reason or another never posting them. Most of the time I forget and then they seem less important. Or I keep telling myself I'll post them sometime and then it never happens. Time! I never have enough.
Here is the thing. For the past week or so, I've felt moderately bombarded with adult problems. Appointments! Responsibilities! Worries! By the time I hit Friday, I felt so stupidly adult that I wanted nothing more than to go back to bed. Similarly yesterday--although I was pleased with how auditions went and not stressed out, I spent most of the afternoon wrestling with iMovie and then the evening at roller derby.
So I woke up this morning at 7:00 when the light in my room was too bright despite the blackout curtains, and I said to myself, "I do not want to get up. I want to stay home today and not be beholden to anyone else."
(This is impossible because I do have an appointment to keep today--haha I make it sound so businessy--but that's most of what I plan to do today, stay home and concentrate on myself, and not watch TV until the evening.)
Adult problems. I do not like them. They honestly have been weighing heavy on me for the past several weeks, and really this week was just a big bucket of horrible cold water, like, Oh hey I'm really on my own here!
Example: the fan in my car does not seem to work anymore. The air conditioning already doesn't work, but now I can't even get air to circulate. Fail.
Well, that is more or less all I'll say on the matter; I just really needed a day off. (Lordy, I need a week off.)
In my last entry, I mentioned the blog Adulting. I have now read through the archives and this may be what is making me think things like, "These are only problems that adults have." Last Sunday I had some TV (probably the Simpsons) on and was lounging on my couch wearing only a camisole and leggings--I'd been wearing a dress over them but took it off once I got home. To wit: TV, barely dressed, and reading archives of a blog.
Then I thought, This is not a very adult way to behave. So I got up, put on some semi-real clothes (fun 80s top that I realized after I put it on that I might be too old to wear D:), and did some work. I hand-squeezed lemon juice! I made quinoa! I used my blender! I made dressing! I watered my plants! I felt massively adult.
I honestly have been writing entries for the entire month of May and then for one reason or another never posting them. Most of the time I forget and then they seem less important. Or I keep telling myself I'll post them sometime and then it never happens. Time! I never have enough.