I've decided since things are so meek around here that I do something about it… however, I can't do anything about it if I can never ever think of anything to write about. I have stuff to write about, it's just the getting here in time to remember that one thing I wanted to blog about. There are many "one things" throughout a normal day, but unfortunately I don't get here in time. You'd think I'm going nuts… but I can't remember some of that stuff to save my soul. After about 11am, my brain is mush when it comes to thinking about anything creative… then it sparks again when I get home, but by then I'm doing something else and blah blah blah, rinse and repeat. Drives me CRAZY.
So, because of this drive me crazy thing… I'm always trying to think about stuff to write about that is NEW! and INTERESTING! and something that I would want to read on someone else's blog. I was with my own very very very super duper awesome perfect friend Becca, otherwise known as random person working at same company, just so happened to be moving to same town as me only 2 miles away, a month earlier than I AND she was looking for a carpooler from where we live to our work AND she's getting married in September on the 25th (I got married September 20th), and we're so different and opposite yet so scarily similar, it's well… SCARY! You know those friends when you finish sentences for each other… yeah, it's that kind. I couldn't ask for a better person to sit in the car with for 2+ hours a day!
Sorry… off on a tangent there.
Back to what I was talking about… Becca… She's getting married on September 25th… as in 28 days from now and I'm her Personal Attendant Wedding Coordinator and so I went with her and her momma today for her last fitting of her dress and to learn how to bustle it. After the dress fitting, we walked around some cute stores and while walking through one of them I found this book, "4,000 Questions for Getting to Know Anyone and Everyone" by Barbara Ann Kipfer. It is just what it sounds… 4,000 questions… I had a light bulb moment while at that store… THIS! is what I can use to spark my imagination and use it for blog posts! Perfect!
And? While she was checking out, I walked up behind her and set my stuff out on the counter… Becca saw the book and said, "I have that book too!!"…I? have never heard of this book before today… see, I told you we're eerily similar.
I'm going to use this book as a well, a post starter for me… I think I'll skip through the pages and chapters and pick a few questions to answer every time I post. The chapters/categories are Childhood & School, Family & Friends, Fun & Sport, Habits, Love & Sex, Outlook, Politics, Spirituality and Work. I don't know if I'll write about anything in any specific order… guess we'll just have to see.
This is going to be a simple one for a first question… for one because I'm tired and getting ready to go to bed and two it's easy… you know, because I'm tired.
What did you fear most about becoming an adult?
My very first thought was, "But who is going to take care of me? How will I know when to pay bills? Money? It doesn't grow on trees? But my mom and dad make sure I'm safe… I won't have that forever?"
And to be very honest, those are still my thoughts. Except we're homeowners now and *gulp* I'm married and I have a big girl job and my own stoopid credit score and… well, I would be lying if I said I didn't still think, "But who is going to take care of me? How will I know when to pay bills? Money? It doesn't grow on trees?"
And, I don't think that will ever go away.
However, I also would be lying if I said I didn't like being out and on my own, flourishing, spreading my wings… and flyyyyyyyyyyyyying.
Sometimes that flying business is kind of nice; you know… until you fly into a windshield and get knocked on your ass.
That hurts. Hard.
But you get right back up and go again… and again… and again… even after your wings are so battered and torn and missing… you just do it… spread your wings and fly.
And slowly I am learning to not be so afraid of becoming an adult.
Except my parents will never be able to get rid of me that easy! Sorry mom and dad… when push comes to shove, home will always be home and you'll always be my parents and the adults in my life. That's just the way it is and always will be.
xoxoxoxo
