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 ...

Team, here's a lovely BTWC from a few months ago cough cough August. Left largely unedited because you know how I do. So let’s get down to business. This wine I’m trying is an actual local-brewed wine. As in Colorado has home brewery options. Aka you pretty much can make your own wine and enjoy it. Now, I’m not saying I stole this one from my parents buuuuut omg I just said that Apparently "Skeeter Pee" is a popular home brew flavor. That’s all I know. So I used a bath bomb so I can’t really tell what the wine smells like because I just smell Midnight Relaxation or something. I don’t know the name of this bath bomb but it was something like Twilight Flowers or something like that. Plus I got like 1000 candles going so there's SCENTS happening Look at this ambiance omg. So lovely I deserve an EXPERIENCE I’m pretty sure this one isn’t supposed to smell like soapy lavender Maybe there’s lemon or something acidy??? FIRST TASTE Th...

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...

I have never been a morning person. I feel better at night- more productive, more aware, and just better in general. I've always had a hard time getting into bed and sleeping (even though I LOVE sleep and am pretty good at falling asleep), but this productivity kick has always been at night. Unfortunately, most of my close friends seem to be morning people. If I want a fitness accountability buddy, they want to meet at like 0700 on WEEKENDS which is just literal trash. It's terrible. I hate it. Sleeping in is the best feeling in the world. Then, the Air Force happened. This past week has been 0445-0500 showtimes and it was terrible. Today is Saturday and I slept in until 0830, which seemed like a treat. Sleeping in and 0830 should never be tied together, but that's my life now. This isn't a plug or anything, but I've been using Habit Nest's Morning Sidekick Journal thing and I've honestly really liked it. It has you do a few tasks every morning and ...

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...