Briana April and I work at the same company, we’re also very close friends outside of the office. But when I call her at the office to talk about projects at work we both are in business mode and have very polite business conversations. The other day after such a phone call she emailed me and said “whenever we finish a phone conversation and say thank you to each other all formal like, I picture us like this” and sent me a link to this photo:
I couldn’t agree more.
xoxo,
Adora
Category: Growing Up
Change is in the air
There comes a point in your life, and I hope this happens to everyone, when you look at what you’ve accomplished, what you’ve spent your time doing and the possessions you’ve gathered since you started your life as a full time adult; mainly, since college. When you really take stock.
I love what I’ve accomplished, I love that 6 months out of college I got a job I really wasn’t qualified for at an incredible non profit. I love that I’ve worked hard at it and now think I can comfortably say that I’m pretty darn good at it. I love that I went somewhere I knew no one and made friends, found a church home, found my amazing Josh and eventually listened to him when he told me that we would be really good at loving each other (because we really are). I’m proud that after a little (read: a colossal amount) of help from my parents I took up life as an adult pretty easily. I have a few apartments under my belt and I’m proud that Josh and I have managed to furnish our apartment in a way that represents us both and makes it feel like home. I thank Jesus for all these things, because he made them all happen, no matter how hard I tried to ruin them all.
But it’s time for a change.
I find myself looking around our little home and when I used to look in appreciation at all our possessions, I just think to myself, “I don’t need any of this”. My vagabond instincts are kicking in and after nearly four years in south Florida, I’m craving change. I don’t know what that means for us, or how quickly this change will come. All I know is as long as I have Josh, I’m home, and I would love go everywhere in the world with him.
I have a feeling that my posts may become much more interesting in the near future. I hope.
xoxo,
Adora
Education
I can safely say in the nearly 4 years I have been out of college, I have learned more from cracked.com articles than all four years of college combined. I don’t know if I am just more hungry for knowledge now that I genuinely understand that education isn’t free, if I’m genuinely interested in brain mapping, historical misconceptions, & physics or if it’s just easier to keep my attention if you drop a swear word every once in awhile. I will tell you that when I “learn” about some big development in science…that happened in 1999, I curse my public school education.
Perhaps I should just stick to “I do love little kittens.”
Relax, it’s funny.
xoxo,
Adora
Suck it up
One of the least fun things about becoming a grown up is the idea that you are now responsible for your own emotions and the expression of them must now be done cautiously and with forethought.
There were days when a miscommunication with a friend could result in any of the delightful fight tactical responses; there was the cold shoulder, rumors behind their back, yelling, passive aggressive sarcasm, or my personal favorite: pretending the person no longer exists.
Adulthood does not allow for these types of responses. If you don’t believe me try any of the fight tactics on your boss and see how long you can keep your job while using them. We can no longer be immature in our emotions, we have to come to terms with mistreatment and hurt feelings, (even the times when our feelings were hurt on purpose) sigh at our lack of ability to change them, the past and other people and just move on.
There if a silver lining to this grown up change. As an adult you won’t get calls from your friends explaining that they have had a fight with a mutual friend and that you must now pick whose side you will be on or you will lose them both for life. Essentially, the down side is you can’t act like an overly emotional idiot, and the up side is neither can anyone else.
Suck it up, it’s the Grown Life.
Doing things like a grown up girl…err I mean, woman.
I still feel weird when I refer to myself as a woman. I am still taken aback when someone asks me if I have kids. I kind of just assume that everyone will realize I’m young. However, I’m starting to realize that I’m not really as young as I’ve been thinking I am and it’s time to start living a woman’s life.
There will be many future entries on this topic but today we are just going to cover: The Art of Grocery Shopping.
I learned how to grocery shop when my mom was a full time teacher and I was in college with no job. So, my parents would give me grocery money and I would scour for coupons and discounts because any money that was left over after groceries I could keep. This was a great learning experience for me, and if everything in my life had gone as planned and I was married by now and planning a family this would be a wonderful skill for me to have. However, I live alone, I work full time and I have yet to figure out how to grocery shop for one person. One would think that it’s all the same; just buy the groceries. That however, is a common misconception. Mind you, I’ve lived on my own for over 8 months now, and I’ve just figured out, after throwing out hundreds of dollars worth of spoiled food, that I can’t shop like I’m buying for a family.
Grocery Shopping for a Single Girl Myth: Never buy premade items, they are way more expensive than If you make it yourself.
You see when I buy a whole bag of lettuce and tomatoes and carrots and cucumbers and onions and bell peppers for a salad, I spend about $15.00 and before I can eat all of it, mold will win the battle and it will get tossed out. However, when I spend $2.00 on a small Publix premade garden salad, I know it’s fresh and I will be eating all of it the day I buy it. Even if I eat one a day all week that’s still only $14.00 and it will always be fresh. The make my own salad method would produce spoiled vegetables before the week was over, therefore I get more salad for less money when I buy premade. This newly learned lesson blew my mind.
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