1.4 //I’m an immature grown up

//Confession: I’m an immature grown up.

Tomorrow I turn 27. Ten years ago, I would have told you that a 27 year old has a husband, house, two kids, and a full-time job (And is old). Funny how I don’t have any of those things…okay, technically I have a full-time job but took a vow of poverty for a year (which is a blog for another day), so it’s not exactly the same.

None the less I can say that I am actually quite fine with the way my life is now.  Though I occasionally find myself in a deep denial of my actual age--I have been turning ‘22’ for going on 5 years now-- I really love the journey my life has taken.

It’s been better than I thought. More challenging. More painful. More adventurous. More fun. And better than a picket fence American dream.

I will openly admit that despite my free-spirited ways and maturity level that hasn't exceeded an eighth grader; I am finding myself more and more doing “grown up things”. It’s just one part of getting older I suppose. No matter how fun and quirky I try to stay, I find myself falling into the norm of adulthood. Let me divulge:

1.       I regularly talk about health & tell others to take vitamin C.

Did you hear the flu is an epidemic? Gotta keep up that immune system.

2.       A prepared purse

You can find band aids, hand-sanitizer, gum, tums, pens, tissues, various types of lip product, and more in my shoulder companion.

3.       Budgeting

Not that I have a choice… and yes I coupon.

4.       I have to bring a sweater or jacket everywhere

Why do they keep it so cold in restaurants everywhere?

5.       Dressing well aka business casual

Oh how I miss rocking sweatpants to class or a uniform to work. Getting dressed requires getting up more than 15 minutes before I have to be at work and having hair that doesn't look like I stuck my head out the window on the drive.  

On the flip side, I still maintain these not-so-adult antics...

5.  I don’t put on makeup

I do, but not nearly as often as I should… ya know like daily. I’m not even wearing mascara today.

4. Checking my voicemails

          I was seven deep until yesterday. Just text me.

3. Colorful clothing

 I wore fuchsia tights for New Year’s. I own floral high-tops. I love my mustard gloves. My favorite coat is teal. Enough said. I am not ready for a closet that only includes grey-scale colors.

2. Disorganized life

Despite my attempts to make agendas, keep a date book, make lists; I take on too much, lose stuff, and forget things.

1.       Snooz’ing the alarm clock

Not on gym mornings… but I do set a “warning alarm” 15-min prior to actual wake up time. Any other morning. BEEPBEEPBEEP! Snooze… BEEPBEEP! Snooze…just 5 more minutes.

I might have to grow older but I may never grow up.\\