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.
Personally, I can't wait to grow up.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteYeah, grown up doesn't feel as 'together' as I thought it would.
ReplyDeleteI'm not the only 3(2)-year-old that feels this way? *whew*
ReplyDelete(By the way, I came here via Lisa Shaffer via Gretchen Acheson). :O) Just so you're not weirded out!