I think I am forever doomed on this earth to a sort of demi-adulthood. Mature and well-intentioned but always outwitted by naivete. Destined to be a mutant half-adult. It seems the more responsible I try to be, the more my immaturity tries to take center stage, bumbling its way to the spotlight. Or the more I forget that I don't know.
I sort, wash, dry, and fold/hang my laundry each week...but I have three categories of laundry: Clean, Dirty, and Not-Dirty-Enough (come on, everyone knows you can work out in those yoga pants at least 3 times).
I never remember to buy things in advance. Like, I remember I need to buy toilet paper as I'm staring down the empty, brown core of the *final* roll I had.
This week I baked delicious cupcakes that are a family favorite...but then felt compelled to ask my roommate to hide all 24 of them in a secret place and give me one each day for the next month. I feared I would otherwise go into "dog mentality" and eat the proverbial bowl full of kibble until it was gone. Eventually finding myself in a kitchen littered with muffin tins and my shattered self-control.
Green tea is good for you, so I made some. It took me 30 minutes to realize I had heated the wrong burner. But who really wants to drink green tea? It's disgusting. (That one was a win).
While blowdrying my hair tonight for silky smooth hair at work tomorrow, I got so caught up peeking at the inner workings of the blower head that I effectively dried up my (final) contact in my eye and blinked it out of my eye and into oblivion. (Note to self: order contacts BEFORE I reach my last pair. See?!)
*le sigh*
I recently stumbled upon a quote that is becoming a fast favorite of mine. "I've noticed that those who walk closely to Jesus seem to be older than they are when they're young and younger than they are when they're old."
I can only hope that is true for me, too. (And that all that crap above, counts!)
I sort, wash, dry, and fold/hang my laundry each week...but I have three categories of laundry: Clean, Dirty, and Not-Dirty-Enough (come on, everyone knows you can work out in those yoga pants at least 3 times).
I never remember to buy things in advance. Like, I remember I need to buy toilet paper as I'm staring down the empty, brown core of the *final* roll I had.
This week I baked delicious cupcakes that are a family favorite...but then felt compelled to ask my roommate to hide all 24 of them in a secret place and give me one each day for the next month. I feared I would otherwise go into "dog mentality" and eat the proverbial bowl full of kibble until it was gone. Eventually finding myself in a kitchen littered with muffin tins and my shattered self-control.
Green tea is good for you, so I made some. It took me 30 minutes to realize I had heated the wrong burner. But who really wants to drink green tea? It's disgusting. (That one was a win).
While blowdrying my hair tonight for silky smooth hair at work tomorrow, I got so caught up peeking at the inner workings of the blower head that I effectively dried up my (final) contact in my eye and blinked it out of my eye and into oblivion. (Note to self: order contacts BEFORE I reach my last pair. See?!)
*le sigh*
I recently stumbled upon a quote that is becoming a fast favorite of mine. "I've noticed that those who walk closely to Jesus seem to be older than they are when they're young and younger than they are when they're old."
I can only hope that is true for me, too. (And that all that crap above, counts!)
