The 10 Month Tour
I’ve been semi introspective as of late which makes for poor ranting and snark skills. I could rant about my busted right side mirror which is currently being held to my car with duct tape. I repeat; Duct. Tape. And it’s amazingly disgusting and I’d be all for bringing to the carwash except for…DUCT TAPE. This won’t even be remedied until I go home for Easter because Peg is all for paying for it and I’m not about to object to having someone else pay for something for me.
Basically I’ve been trying to get my shit together so that I can at least pretend to play adult. Contrary to what you all read or may perceive about me, my shit ain’t together. In fact it’s completely opposite from together. My adult playing skills have yet to be honed and I’m trying – though I feel in vain – to make myself a little more at home in my new role. Thus, introspection and teeth grinding, ennui and malaise.
I feel like while everything has changed, nothing has changed. The little change that there has been, has moved at a snail’s like pace and OH MY GOD Everything will be like this FOREVER. There are lots of caps, due to frustration. 10 months is a long ass time, for a lot to happen and yet why has nothing super significant happened?
In discussions on Sunday afternoon, it was brought to my attention that I do indeed, have my shit together. I have a job that I enjoy. I’ve developed a gym routine and a weekly schedule. I’ve learned to save due to an excessive amount of the BEST BIRTH CONTROL EVER aka babysitting, therefore allowing me such extravagant things like facials and new product and a trip at the end of April. Yee Haw. Oh and a new baby, and by ‘baby’ I mean a kayak. So things are well.
It’s said that learning to budget is a big sign of adult hood, as is knowing my limits, both of which I had to learn the really hard way. [Insert short PSA here: BofA will charge you $31 when you over draft from an account, just so y’all know.] So that’s where things stand. The same, yet different, yet good things are on the horizon, which makes daily life a little bit easier to handle.
Maybe in two months; on the anniversary of the day I lost my health insurance; I’ll have a little more to add. Hopefully it will be more snark and cynicism and less introspection and vast wonder of how the next 15 years will go. Because let’s be honest; it’s getting a little old.
And completely unrelated whatsoever, if any of y'all want to help me fill out my bracket(s), you are more than welcome.