I don’t know why I keep being surprised whenever new months show up. It’s not like they’re unannounced - I know they’re coming at least 28 days in advance, but I just can’t get used to how quickly life goes by.
January was an unmotivated haze of snowy blizzards and frozen, fumbly hands, and I can’t bear to let February be like that. Do you know that for about 70 % of January, I was in bed before 10?! And I LIKED it?! I don’t know what’s worse - that my sense of adventure has depleted or that I actually enjoyed staying at home to do the ironing and mock Republicans on CNN (I made little mustaches out of orange felt and stuck them on the candidates faces during the debate. And then I heckled them.)
I blame the weather for making me a hermit. I also blame being in a relationship. Now that I have no reason to troll the seedy streets picking up riffraff, it’s easy to get into my jimjams and stay at home with The Boyfriend. I’m not complaining and I don’t think I’m in a rut. Far from it , I think I might be gaining strides in my New Year Resolution of Becoming A Mature Adult, but I need to spice February up a little bit.
Do you think that we get to a certain stage where cooking and cleaning and working and buying bunches of tulips from the flower shop on the corner instead of going clubbing and forgoing the Marie Claire in order to buy books on the conflict in Syria… do you think this is what being an adult is? I feel stuck between the person I want to be (when I am 35) and the person I still feel like I might be (17).
Are you an adult? How do you do it? Why is there not a guide book?
