First, I should say that I hope I don't sound like one of those guests on The Maury Show on this blog. You know, those people who air their dirty laundry. I have a clear view to the laundry room at this immediate moment and it IS starting to stack up as I speak!. This is an outlet for me to channel some of my crazy thoughts and pontificate on other topics that interest me. Yeah, I used pontificate. 2nd, I noticed on Twitter that I am following Chris Mortenson, Marcellus Wylie, AND Colin Cowherd and they are not following me. What??? They are missing out on the profound topics I cover on this blog. Regardless, if they jump on board and read I want to tell all 3 of them, "I heart you." If ESPN needs me, I'm there in a hot second. I will elaborate more on that in a later post.
I was scanning my driver's license the other day and discovered some inaccuracies. My height and weight being 2 of them, but my birth date was on the money. Which leads me to the question..where has the time gone? How did I become a grown up? My first driver's license had a giant mistake...my name was spelled Tata. Yes, Tata. It was an incredible ordeal to get it corrected to Tara, and at the time that seemed like such an "adult" situation to handle.
There was the quarter of college when my student loan did not come in time. I had 2 jobs, but had to get a 3rd quickly. So, I got a job at an establishment where I wore a kerchief on my head and a polyester shirt with an unfortunate paisley tie, but I made some $$$$ quickly.
Later the story of all stories occurred. It was positively mortifying at the time, but I thought the way I handled it would be an indicator that I was reaching adulthood. I am not going to share the events of this story, but I will offer this. If you are ever in the grips of despair and think that nothing could make you laugh, call or skype me. I am so confident that you will laugh so hard you cry, that I am offering a money back guarantee. I have told the story to a handful of people and the 2 that were driving when I shared, had to pull of the road. Is this anti-climactic?
Then I thought I had found the "one." That was certainly adult of me. However, I wondered even then if there is really just a single "one". Does fate really exist? The universe is rather substantial so had I really come across that person? People compared us to Dharma & Greg and like that show, we too were canceled. But at the end of that, I certainly felt I had to be an adult.
Then I had my first son. This meant I was responsible for another person. Talk about a freaking overwhelming feeling! I loved kids but did not have much experience with babies. I knew they pooped, cried and didn't sleep. Or maybe it was the mom that didn't sleep and cried? Anyway, certainly I was a grown up at that point. Right?
Now I can look back and say I have been an "adult" for a long, long time. At least from a responsibility and age perspective. But the joys of doing things like a kid-I love it!. I like the way grass feels on barefeet. I like to pick a dandelion and make a wish. I like to look for 4 leaf clovers with my kids. I love the way the ocean smells. I sing in the shower and in the car, because I sound much better in both. I love the smell of coconut. I can't resist getting an ICEE every now and then. I'm not afraid to be silly. Because age really is just a number. It's just a number that is going up!
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