Failing Through Adulthood

This post was a smidge delayed but I'm not changing the tenses. Enjoy! Hey party people! I'm drinking red wine in a bathrobe right now because I am living my best life! I've spent a lot of time with people today and I am so ready to be an introvert, which translates to drinking alone in my room. (That sounds a lot more unhealthy than it really is. Don't worry- I'm responsible) I hear you guys going- Katie, it's Bathtub Wine Critic. Shouldn't you be taking a bath? Well, wouldn't you know but I am drinking in a bathtub. I'm just fully-clothed. And while that definitely seems like I have a problem, seriously this robe is soooo fluffy. Worth. I am great at flattering photos. So I picked this wine up at a Dutch grocery store in Curacao, so the price was 10.99 ANG (which is approximately $6.15). I thought $10 was decently priced, but once I realized it was gonna be even cheaper, I was stoked. (For comparison, Barefoot wine was like 14 ANG bec

I'm not a risk-taker. I'm sure some of you will be surprised by that, but I like to play it safe and make well-informed decisions. My book club The Go Love Yourself Box recently had a book called Brave, Not Perfect by Reshma Saujani ,  which challenged us to do a small act of bravery each day. I took it to heart and decided to do something about it. Yesterday, I jumped off a cliff. Literally. I jumped off a cliff into the ocean. I can justify it wasn't the biggest cliff (15-20 feet) and that I had to watch all of my friends jump before me (including from in the water so I could see how far down they fell and how far away from the ocean floor they were) and how I had to get my friends to encourage me to jump, but I don't need to. (This isn't me and the lady is clearly more graceful, but you get the point) Yesterday, I jumped off a cliff. I was terrified. My legs were trembling enough that I thought I might fall off the cliff instead of jumping. I had to