I haven’t posted much in the way of “real life” posts lately and I think there are several reasons for that, most of which include getting used to being an adult (I’ve already done laundry, like, twice at this new apartment.. that’s a pretty big deal for me, guys). Having a big girl job means trying to go to bed and wake up earlier so I don’t go to work in a see-through top again (fml) and having my own place means trying to stop rando Target shopping sprees because I’m forking over a good portion of my paycheck on the first of the month regardless of how many clearance pink Power Ranger dresses I just need (our front office staff may run into screen doors, but they don’t play around with the rent check). There’s also the whole trying to make time for exercise and healthy eating (mainly because I need to not buy new pants when my lovies get too big for the current ones) intermingled with my dog deciding to take her dumps around midnight and again around 3am.
Basically I’m in adaptation mode. I’m adapting to sitting at a computer for eight hours a day. I’m adapting to hearing giant snails crunch when I step on them in the middle of the night (seriously, there were about five in a row.. those poor slimy bastards). I’m adapting to living with my super cool new roomie who gets me flowers when she leaves town and her super cool dog who intimidates the crap out of strangers walking by instead of hiding under the bed (cough, Ziggy, cough). I’m adapting to having neighbors who shoot air guns (much like an air guitar, there’s nothing there but you’re fully pretending there is while making the sound effects–a grown ass man neighbor, I might add) and to the smell of skunks while I’m out in my pjs trying to appease princess poopsicle (I had never actually seen a skunk before moving here and turns out I’m kind of terrified of them). But I’d say I’m adapting pretty well.
There are definitely other factors contributing to my loss of words around these parts and maybe we’ll have a heart to heart about them in the future, but mainly I’ve been busy living. And that’s always a good thing.
“Now my heart is gold, my feet are right
And I’m racing out on the desert plains all night”
And I’m racing out on the desert plains all night”
Linking up here.
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Sounds like you are getting the hang of things, which is great! That's strange about the snail shells.. at least they are cuter than slugs. Busy living is a good thing 🙂
keep on livin' girlie. being a grown up is hard, i still don't know how to do it.
Starting a new life stage is always quite difficult. I'm rooting for you, girl!
Michelle @ Mishfish13
All those parts about being a grown up blow. Especially dealing with princess (or in my case prince) poopsicle at 3 am!
Proud of you, woman. Keep it up!
Love this post! I feel the same way. I started my first "big girl" job on Monday, and its just an adjustment mentally! I couldn't imagine a new place and a new roomie on top of that! You go get 'em girl!
-Kate
http://www.theflorkens.com
Busy livin' is so good, lady! Keep up the good life 🙂
you're just doing the damn thing. and by that i mean life. and i love you and everything you're doing my little love muffin.