That is why the weekend exists. Two glorious days of general nothingness to sleep in, reflect on the previous week, read a book outside, bake banana nut bread, watch movies, and catch up on the fun things in life (blog posts included.)
I can't believe how quickly my life has been changing. Not even a year ago, I was fresh out of college, working as a publishing house design intern and planning my wedding. My mom made the meals and my dad occasionally paid for my gas. Now... I'm married to my best friend. We live on a lake and have our own garden. I have a full time job that I absolutely love. I wear pencil skirts. I run errands and cook dinner almost every night -- and these are healthy, legit meals, folks, not my frozen pizza wonders of collegiate past. So many life milestones, all accomplished in the matter of 10 months.
I'm a grown up.
Whaaaat? In all honesty, even though all the pieces are there, it doesn't really feel like I'm actually an adult just yet. I still want to have ice cream for dinner and stay up late watching Netflix. I've been needing to schedule appointments for the dentist and optometrist for months now. I occasionally shop at Forever21 (and I'm nearly 24.) I still get excited when the fireflies start to flicker every evening. And I still make frozen pizza on the weekends.
As much as I have learned this past year about being a wife and being an adult, I feel stuck somewhere in-between. I find myself wanting to be taken seriously as a professional, but also wanting to hold on to my youth for as long as I can. Is it possible have both? When exactly are we supposed to make the transition from twenty-somethings to actual adults? Which also has me thinking, do creatives ever really grow up? Perhaps part of our creativity comes from having the limitless, imaginative mind that most have lost after adolescence.... but I think that's an entirely different post for another time.
I just thought I'd share some real talk with you on growing up. Living is such a strange and wonderful thing.