Funny what you think will feel like the big, fancy "I'm a grown-up now!" moments, where the Hollywood music swells as you smugly claim your new, profoundly mature outlook on life. Wedding, home buying, and That Thing We Aren't Going to Discuss Here Today (rhymes with "rabies") were a few such moments I'd pictured in my mind...
|Looking terribly wise, grown up, and not yet tipsy. Not entirely, at least.|
Rather, a simple thing or two over the past week gave me that, "OK, I may just be a card-carrying adult now" feeling that more often comes in those small, quieter moments for me:
- We gave away the last of our college-era furniture and cutlery, so that we may invite other adults over without having to artfully throw pillows, dim lights & overpour drinks to conceal the IKEA'd squalor (at risk of looking like we're hosting a swingin' key party). . .
- We threw a dinner party at which all courses intended to be served were relatively on time & entirely delicious (all thanks to the AH), with only one hostess catastrophe (all thanks to me) (By the by, shouldn't those hand dish soaps mention somewhere that they can't be used in a dishwasher? I mean, really) (Parentheses)...
- We met with a financial planner to discuss mysterious, grown up things like retirement and investment portfolios. I left feeling terribly wise and mature - until I noticed that I'd had an entire garden of spinach resting itself on my front tooth for the entire meeting. Of course.
What are some of your self-satisfied, I'm-a-big-kid-now moments?