Friday, January 15, 2010

Friday

Sometimes I think that being grown-up, for me, will mean...


knowing which notebooks I always use, and which pen, (or pencil)

knowing what my clothing style is

knowing how to stock my pantry

knowing what to order at a restaurant

knowing how to travel, gracefully

kowing what to do when I have fifteen minutes of free time

knowing what is important


I am thirty-one years old now. I still spend an inordinate amount of time just....choosing.


4 comments:

  1. Personally, I can't wait to grow up.

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  2. I wish I knew what my style of clothing was, too--that has bothered me for a long time. I never quite seem to get what I want, and I end up with a wardrobe as eclectic but far less interesting than my bookshelf.

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  3. Yeah, grown up doesn't feel as 'together' as I thought it would.

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  4. I'm not the only 3(2)-year-old that feels this way? *whew*

    (By the way, I came here via Lisa Shaffer via Gretchen Acheson). :O) Just so you're not weirded out!

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