I know that I’ve passed my 30th birthday milestone, and that I should feel like an adult, but oftentimes I feel the same as I’ve always felt: perpetually uncool, with a penchant for staying at home to read books rather than going out clubbing, or whatever the youths these days do. Basically, like my high-school self.
I mean, my body feels pretty much the same as it always has (I continue to eat relatively well and I work out regularly). I still hang out with my best friend since pre-school, and I ride the grocery cart back to my car to make the shopping trip suck a little less. In my brain, I’m a (much-better-adjusted, less-hormonal) 16-year-old girl, despite owning a business and paying taxes and being married and all that jazz. When Walt and I bought a car by writing a check a few years back, I still had the feeling that I was playing dress-up as an adult. I didn’t believe it, myself.
However, I’ve never felt as much like a grown-up until this week, when a relatively boring thing happened.
I bought a trash can. And I was really happy about it.
Only grown-ups get really excited about trash cans. Can you imagine your actual 16-year-old self getting excited about a trash can? I am thinking back to that age and no, I really can’t. [Read more…]