Asking the hard questions has resulted in some heavy posts. See here, here, and here. We all need to take a deep breath, through the nose out through the mouth. Heavy posts are exhausting for the reader and the writer. I don’t want to be theological today or talk about heartache or God’s will for my life or what we should and should not pray about. I just want to tell you what I did yesterday. I had an obligation-free Sunday, so I went to pilates then went grocery shopping. While I was at the grocery store I thought about what I would need in order to cook that week and have lunch at work. I used my discount card as I checked out and went home and read the first 60 or so pages of Love Wins (there will be posts), then I cleaned the bathroom and felt like I was on a roll so I cleaned the kitchen too. Then I cooked an actual real meal, using leaves from my new basil plant that I brought back to life after allowing it to teeter on the brink of death for almost a week. Oh, and I also took out the recycling.
And now you’re the one asking questions: Why is Andrea telling me this? Why did she interrupt my perfectly normal Monday morning with a perfectly normal blog post? Why did she almost let her basil plant die? Aren’t those plants almost impossible to kill?
I tell you all of this to announce that I think I finally feel grown up. I’m 24. Some may think it’s taken me a while, some may think I shouldn’t be saying the word grown up for another ten years. When is it exactly that we are grown up? For me, it was Sunday, April 3, 2011, when I noticed my strange contentment and, to be honest, sense of accomplishment after a day where the most exciting thing that happened to me was finding a pomegranate-scented body wash at the grocery store.
Is this what being grown up is supposed to feel like? Using your weekends to get things done, to pull out the cleaning supplies and put them away again, only to pull them back out the next weekend? And if so, why is growing up all we want to do,
until we finally get there?