I am constantly talking about all of the “adulting” activities that I am putting off doing. Those things that absolutely have to be done in order to keep the world turning, but that I really really do not want to do.
No, they aren’t usually hard things… they just aren’t fun. At this point I’m almost certain that if I could do all of these things I would feel like a successful adult (although, were I to get there I’m sure there would be an entirely new list of to-do’s).
Doing laundry on a weekly basis.
Currently: Piling clothes on top of the laundry basket because there isn’t even any more room inside it. Also, completely out of underwear.
Writing a grocery list that involves food for meals.
Currently: Grocery list says… “eggs… coffee creamer… mascara.” At least my lashes will be fierce.
A clean apartment.
Currently: Lets mess accrue in every corner until it starts to create a panic deep within my soul… put off cleaning for another few days. Angry clean while blasting Tom Petty at eardrum shattering levels.
Being able to successfully do a dry month.
Currently: Day six of dry month, have had three beers. Complete failure. On the plus side, can drown sorrow over failed dry month in a beer.
Being married, or having a baby.
Currently: Absolutely no interest in either of these things, but they do seem to be things that everyone is doing.
Being 100% satisfied in my career.
Currently: Constantly questioning what I am doing, where I am doing it… and what I should be doing instead.
Wearing a trendy outfit and rocking it.
Currently: Looking a smidge foolish and feeling more than a little self conscious. Should have stuck with leggings and a t-shirt for the 6,000th day in a row.
Knowing exactly what is happening in global news.
Currently: Trolling Trump’s Twitter and the news in short and horrifying clips. Lucky if I fit in The Skimm.
Completing a cat-eyed eyeliner look on the first try.
Currently: On attempt number three. Has wasted a lot of makeup wipes taking off attempts number one and two.