Me as a teenager: “I’m going to have a big house with a pool and giant walk in closet and I’m going to host big parties every weekend”
Me as an adult: “I can live in a shipping container in the woods? That’s awesome!”
Getting ready to go see some live music thinking about how my ex liked to tell me I’m “past my prime” What bullshit! Looks wise, yeah probably but who cares? The “prime of my life” is still very much happening. There lots ahead watching my kids grow, travel, learning, love….
My 13 year old told me yesterday “mom I had a rough day at school and I really need some chicken nuggets” You better believe I got that boy some McDonald’s chicken nuggets and we sat in the car as he ate them and we talked about his day.
Dating in your 20s is late night drunken escapades. Dating in your 40s is Saturday morning coffee meet ups timed so you can pick up your grocery order afterwards. It feels a bit strange. I think I’ve nailed the Saturday morning date outfit though.
The leggings I ordered arrived today and they are borderline obscene. I may wear them to the No Kings protest Saturday so I give off multiple signs to MAGA that I’m not “wife material”