A friend of mine and I had an interesting conversation today about “being an adult.” Basically, we were musing over the realization that you can make decisions for yourself because it’s YOUR LIFE! I wish I had realized this 10 years ago. There are so many pitfalls I could have avoided had I not been waiting around for someone to step in and tell me what to do next…or procrastinating out of fear that I’d be punished for doing the wrong thing.
I’m still in a little shock after last night. I dragged my butt away from the computer and actually did some of the piddly things that needed to be done around the house, including scrubbing away at the spot where my dogs spilled a bottle of corn oil on the carpet. Eventually, I made my way back to the computer and worked on the novel I’m writing—for almost an hour.
I cannot help but think there must be something to this, and all I can put my finger on is that I feel like I have a little more control over all in my life. This carries over to my food. I have control over what I put in my body. This is an important concept…that I am the only being who decides what crosses over my tongue.
And my jeans actually fit this morning, so I didn’t walk around all day with a waistband digging into my body.
