Please note that I have changed my age to “22” despite being some five months late in the matter; I’ve finally given in to the realization that I am no longer “FINALLY LEGAL” but have finally crossed the line into my twenties. God, help me.
“We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always…
There’s never enough time for the things I want to do. Should I spend today reading about health policy, then I lose my ability to free read. My routine breakfast cereal leaves no room for scones and clotted cream; tonight I’m having dinner with an old friend (Blue Water Grill! terribly excited) and will skip out on exercise for the fifth consecutive month.
You know what would be a wonderful solution to fitting everything I would like to do into my life? A schedule. An honest-to-goodness every day has its duties and dues schedule.
Sometimes, growing up can be so bland.
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