Twenties

 Hiya!

I'm trying to practice taking advantage of significant thoughts I have throughout the day and putting words to them in the moment. 

Today's funny thought is a realization that I have quite frequently and probably will continue to have through the rest of my adult life: I'm in my twenties. I don't know why, but it seems such a strange fact still. Do any of you constantly feel younger than you actually are? I often feel like I'm seventeen still. But then I catch myself acting on the responsibilities and expectations of adulthood and it hits me that I have long since exited childhood. It can sometimes be a sad thought, but most of the time it is sweet: God led me to this place, and what a blessing it is to be alive! To be learning every day how to steward my own household! To have a car payment! To be less and less anxious with every phone call I have to make about my money and my teeth and my car! To enter an office every morning and turn on my computer! To put things on my calendar (and take them off, because sometimes yours truly is a little trigger-happy with all the things that may be added to a young person's calendar. Still learning how not to overbook us!)

I'm doing everything my five-year-old self would have played and pretended, in all her hours of imagination at home. I get to make dinner for my husband and myself! I get to clean my kitchen! I get to decorate my walls! I get to do my laundry and see someone else's clothes all tangled with mine! I get to bring home plants that I will soon accidentally kill and mourn! (I don't think I ever pretended to do that as a child. But it's wormed its way into my life; at least my wedding fern is alive and flourishing!) I get to make coffee whenever I want! I get to welcome my best friend and lover home every evening, with a smile and a long-awaited kiss. 

I really am rich. God, strike all discontentment from my heart!