Failing Through Adulthood

Someone asked me a couple of days ago what my writing style was.  Caveat:  This was a completely innocent question with no malice or a judgmental tone. It was stated rather neutrally, albeit still a question. I honestly didn’t know what to say and I kinda said nonsense until they asked a second clarifying question. They asked me, “So do you just sit down and write everything at once?" And I immediately realized that they were talking about this blog. I know this person reads this blog because they had casually asked it if I was all right after posting a BTWC post. (In case you were wondering why my last post had all those disclaimers that I really don’t drink outside of those posts and I’m not an alcoholic and I drink in my bathtub safely, it’s because some of my coworkers discovered my blog, and don’t know me well enough to not be concerned... still super nice that they were concerned tho! But I digress) So this blog is kind of interesting to me. I want...

I have the constant feeling that I'm not a good adult. Failure at life sounds a bit too harsh, but failing at adulting sounds both more millennial and more accurate- hence the title "Failing Through Adulthood" on this blog. Objectively, I am in a good place. I plan my time wisely, working full-time, parenting a silly pup, getting my Masters, going to church, spending time with family and friends, and volunteering. I'm pretty good at doing what I do- so why do I feel bad at it? Obviously, I blame THE PATRIARCHY. And THE MEDIA. (I mean, they clearly play a part but I'm mostly joking there). I think the reason I think I'm not good at life is because being an adult isn't easy, it's non-stop, and I'm nowhere near where I thought I'd be 10 years ago. But that's not a bad thing. I am nowhere close to who I was 10 years ago either, so judging myself to an old standard that is actually impossible is stupid. 10 years ago I didn't ...

I've been struggling to know what to write about for my next post. I love writing but I haven't done it in such a long time that it seems bizarre. Have you ever had a hobby that you've loved so much for so long, but just haven't gotten around to it in a while? And then when you finally get around to it, you're not sure what to do or how to do it, and you've lost confidence in yourself that you can even be good at what you love? That's where I'm at. But I guess in general my whole mindset has been there lately. There's a lot of stuff that I enjoy doing that I've just stopped doing. Life has gotten in the way. Work has gotten in the way. Organizing my new house has gotten in the way. I have gotten in the way. I want to refocus my life. On Friday, I found myself complaining all day. When someone new came into the room, I launched into my spiel again. And this repeated, over and over and over, until by the end of the day, I'm sure the people...