This week I went to Target to grab garbage bags. As is Target’s habit, I left with more than garbage bags.
For one, I bought a 2017-2018 daily planner.
I thought to myself, “this will fix everything.” And I chucked it in my cart next to a new scented candle and a pack of pens. I’d later grab a pair of loafers too.
And just to clarify, all these things are not garbage bags.
As someone who is flirting with 30, I’ve realized that there’s no magic moment where “adult” happens. Where you remember to get your oil changed and you don’t forget to load the dishwasher and your desk is a clean desk and no coffee spills on your shirt because coffee is for drinking! Where you don’t worry about fruit flies because you took the garbage out and you like drinking water and you only say cool and normal things because you’re just someone who is both normal and also cool!
You don’t yell, “SAMPLES!” at the grocery store when you see there are cheese samples up for grabs. To my credit, it is cheese.
I know that there won’t be a magic moment where all those pieces suddenly click into place, but some days I have to wonder….can’t one of those things click? Preferably the coffee one? I’m ruining shirts.
I’m also old enough to know that these things don’t matter and everything is fine, but they sure could be finer. And sometimes you need tools that facilitate the fixing of everything. To not make you a type A personality per say, but someone who can fake type A. Someone who cheats on the personality test.
My new planner is going to do the job. It’s going to help me remember errands and bills and tire-rotating and writing and research and probably just general world-saving.
This isn’t like those other things I bought thinking they would fix everything, or at least some things. This planner is going to fix it all.
I’ve spent a lot of time in my twenties wondering when a person becomes an adult.
Is there a magic age when you suddenly…
- Drink enough water?
- Remember your multivitamin, even if they’re the sour gummy kind?
- Make the bed in the mornings?
- Don’t spill pasta on your laptop’s keyboard? (That one just happened.)
- Consistently wear socks that match?
- Understand what a 401K is? (Current theory: Every month, I give away some of my money, and when it amounts to 401,000 dollars, someone gives me a burrito. But like, a good one. I don’t even have to pay extra for guacamole. And then they give me all my money back. And then they give me some extra money as an apology for taking all my money, and then another burrito.)
- Generally just be better at things?
I usually always settle with the answer, “I am an adult, but I may just not be very good!”
Seeing as I just rage-quit filing my taxes because I hated it and the website was getting a little too cute with me and while I remember most of the lyrics to “Come Sail Away” by Styx, I don’t remember last year’s adjusted gross income, it’s pretty safe to say, I think the answer holds up.
I’ll finish them. I promise. Talking to you, IRS! (I’m sure they’re big fans.)
So yeah, I’m working on this adult thing. Being better about vegetables, posture, bills, showers (JUST KIDDING!), and while it’s hard to keep all the bases covered all the time, one small thing I’ve found that starts the day on the right foot is always making sure you have breakfast.
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
I just made that up. Just now. That was me.
This week’s recipe is curtesy of Smitten Kitchen‘s Instagram. I then immediately googled how to save things on Instagram. Because I wanted to save that recipe, and also, I am bad at being a millennial.
Being-a-Grown-Up Breakfast: Blood Orange Olive Oil Cake (with some edits)
I’m a sucker for a blood orange. If you’ve never had them, they’re a little bit tangier than an orange, and they have a deep crimson color.