my so called life

What exactly are we doing? When are we going to know? Where are the instructions? No one told me how it was going to be! Adulting. It is hard. There is no warning…or is there? We did watch and listen to our parents. Who, by the way, were not as old as we thought they were. They did mention that one day we would understand and they did say they tried to warn us. Well, when you said it when I was 15 I didn’t care. I was living my best life. I had a great group of friends, a high school sweetheart, and no bills. I am now that old person. I’m pretty sure I uttered to my daughter just the other day the words “Oh, now that you’re going to be a mom, you will understand”! EEK! Was that my mother coming out of my mouth? Wow, that escalated quickly. I’m getting to the age where I just don’t care anymore. I never knew I’d be looking back at the Golden Girls thinking how much cooler they were than me. You just wake up one day, your babies are having babies, your body is experiencing 3 seasons and injuries before you even get to work, and the perfect Saturday night is Netflix and chilling, but like actual chilling, by yourself, in your favorite old sweats, and in bed by 9. Oh and then, the waking up super early the next morning to drink your coffee out on the patio in silence becomes your favorite weekend plan. I’m okay with it, but like, y’all. Jesus still has not taken the wheel. So, I’m here to talk about all of it. The good, the bad, the ugly, the amazing parts, and the parts we wish we didn’t have to remember. All in all, I’m certainly not judging anyone else. I’m here to share, ask, vent, and even if I let one person out there know they are not alone, that’s a huge win for me. We’re all just doing our best.