It’s my birthday in less than three weeks and as I come one year closer to old fogey status, I ask myself: Will my adultness ever sink in? Most of the time, I still feel like a college kid coasting through life (but I’m also responsible enough to know that there are bills to pay) and that kind of worries me.
- When I decided a bag of red Chippy was a suitable Sunday night dinner.
- When I thought staying up until 230am (when I have work the next day) to watch iZombie was a good idea.
- Failing to get regular pedicures.
- Never getting manicures because I can’t last a week and a half without my nails breaking/without me chewing my nails down to stubby, jagged messes.
- Having to go to my mom’s closet to borrow a handkerchief because I ran out mid-week.
- When I had to ask my mom how to properly fill the water tank. I’ve lived in this house for 2 years and I only figured it out recently.
- When my grown-up clothes (aka client meeting clothes) are basically a black Mango dress I got on sale and a Forever21 dress I’ve had for 3 years.
- Sleeping in ’til 4PM every other weekend.
- Whenever I spend the whole Saturday cooped up in bed, marathoning TV shows and ignoring invites to hang and have coffee. Coffee??? On a Saturday???
- Eating cake for breakfast.
- All those times I burned the rice.
- Waking up in yesterday’s mascara.
- Did you know my mom still cleans my room???
- Having the palate of a 5-year old. Favorite meal ever? Fried chicken (leg part) and sweet spaghetti.
- Whenever I compare myself to my mom when she was my age. How she had 2 kids and a husband at 24 is beyond me.
Comparison is the thief of joy and I try not to let it bother me that my life isn’t where it’s supposed to be at my age or that I still don’t have my shit completely together. It’s true when they say that grown-ups have no freaking clue what they’re really doing and it’s a thought that’s both scary and comforting. I may mess up, I may be clueless, and I may be taking my sweet time but I know I’m not the only one.