Life is full of painful, awkward choices. Like right now… I’m going through my CDs, trying to figure out which ones to sell. Oh sure, that doesn’t sound like a big deal, but if you knew me and my packrat tendencies, you’d probably think differently. Perhaps they’ll bring joy into someone else’s life… or they’ll make incredibly nice coasters. In either case, they won’t be taking up precious space on my shelves for good CDs.
My friend Liz is leaving this Thursday to move back and start up her coffeehouse. I only got to know her this summer, and we never got to hang out as much as we should have. But I guess that’s the way life is supposed to go. Hey, blame thermodynamics. Things are supposed to break down and spread apart, until equilibrium is achieved. On second thought, maybe I should just blame laziness.
Enough prattling… best of luck to you, Liz. Just remember to keep some sugar cookies on hand.
I’m only 25, and already I’m starting to notice that most horrid of adult tendencies. I’m settling. Maybe it has to do with the whole career thing. Most of the people I know are considerably younger than I am, and their lives are dominated by the hectic rush of college and odd jobs. I, on the other hand, have a solid job with a steady paycheck. Perhaps there was once a point in my life when I could just pack up and leave. Not now, not without forsaking responsibilities, breaking contracts, violating terms of agreement, and leaving a black mark on your resume.
So this is what it’s like to be adult. Should I be scared? If so, than maybe I should be worried, because I’m not really scared at all. Maybe a little saddened, because my window for doing certain things is closing awfully fast, and I don’t know how I’m going to be able to do them.