It’s already happening. We’re still just over two weeks away from our nuptials, but the references to myself as ‘Mrs Dowel’ have been coming fast and thick for months. I’ve been laughing it off and reminding people I’m not married yet, and to be honest – I’m a little protective of the very little time I have left as ‘Miss Short’.
New Year’s resolutions. I’ve expressed my opinions about attempting ‘fresh starts’ before and upon reflection, I still feel pretty similar about them.
When I wrote that post, however, I was turning 27, was terrified about the unknown my future held and felt so incredibly lost.
It was only upon reading that post just now (mainly to make sure it wasn’t too cringe-worthy to link here), I realised how far I’ve come. I’m still somewhat nervous about my future, but the excitement for it overrides it tenfold. I can finally see potential. And this leads me right into 2017.
That is the bloody big question. This blog. My life. Adulting. Not quite adulting. Not wanting to adult what-so-ever but having to do it anyway. I’m not going to bore you with what you already know here, but today’s post revolves around something 99% of the world have a serious addiction to. That morning brew. Liquid gold. “I can’t function until I have a cup”. Yep – I’m talking about coffee.
Ok, let’s have a moment of honesty here. Who am I kidding, this whole blog is filled with shameless honesty (that I should probably sometimes be a little ashamed about…). I’m not so great when it comes to this whole blogging thing. Content quality – yeah I guess that’s alright (going by the feedback all of your rad, rad people give me), but frequency? Shameful.
Today I stuffed up. Well not specifically today – today it was brought to my attention that I stuffed up. This particular ‘stuff up’ happened weeks ago; so long ago, in fact, that it now can’t really be fixed. It is what it is, and all I can do is accept that it happened and live with the fact I made a mistake.
Those born in Year of the Adult have a reputation of being organised, committed and responsible. Adults are known for turning down a boozy night out for a sophisticated restaurant meal or an evening spent on the couch; both of which end in heading to bed before 10pm. Adults may often seem irritated, exhausted and overworked, and whilst they may seem financially secure from the outside of their recently purchased and extremely moderate home, they are well accustomed to the term ‘mortgage’ and the phrase ‘I can’t afford to do that at the moment’.
We’ve all heard the phrase. In fact, as soon as the words “I’m not angry…” escape from anyone’s lips, you most often find your legs violently propelling you in the opposite direction, or at the very least, suddenly discover something ridiculously interesting on the end of your big toe.
No matter how old I am, I would much rather my parents be angry with me than disappointed. In fact, I’d prefer anyone be the former over the latter.
When I’m in my 20s, I’ll go to university and get a degree. I’ll travel the world and learn several languages. I’ll fall in love and we’ll never argue, we’ll always be happy and I’ll never feel hurt. I’m going to own so many pets, it’s not even funny. I’ll definitely do lots of charity work and make a real difference in the world. I’ll buy a big, lovely house and never be worried about paying it off.
Oh, hi 20s! Wow, things really aren’t going to plan.
Here I am, perched behind my desk, the floor behind me scattered with yoga mats (yes, plural) and empty tea mugs (also plural) and I am so damn content. Borderline happy. Oh stuff it, let’s just go with pretty freaking dandy.
You may remember back in the early days of my blog – who am I kidding, it was barely two months ago – when I spoke about being envious of people who went out and achieved their goals; grabbed them tightly with both hands and did incredible things with them that the rest of us got to read about on social media and sit there quietly sulking, wishing it were us instead.
“But no more!” I cried. “Time for me to do fully sick things!”
And so I did, comrades. So I did.
They say growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional. As I get older, I’m learning this option is one I need to take very seriously, because being an adult comes with a whole string of questions attached.