Here's something "adults" do that I've never quite caught on to:
Referencing in what year things occurred. For example, in what year a particular album or movie came out. A year a TV show/style was popular.
I don't remember any years except Y2K, and 2001, obviously.
This makes me bad at trivia.
Is this something I will catch on to with time? Or is this way of thinking something I just don't do?
Hmm.
Showing posts with label adult life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adult life. Show all posts
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Fall
SEASONS
I don't go outside very much.
But, here's the thing: in Portland, we don't really have seasons. Sure it's sunnier than usual in like, August. But that's pretty much it.
The picture at the top of this blog is from a fall day in Prague when I was, apparently, dramatically walking across a bunch of leaves. This is reminding me that I really miss fall.
And like I often do, I asked myself "what time of year is it?" - because here in Portland - and, I guess, in this "adult" life where time passes fast and seasons don't signal a change in behavior - I don't keep "what season it is" in my head. It's February, which means I missed fall - I guess because I was working. Fall just means rain in Portland, though. It doesn't mean leaves changing and falling and being crisp on the ground and raked into big piles. It means rain.
I could do more, to be fair - my friends don't do a lot of celebrating of seasons, and I haven't really had it as a priority either - did I have a halloween costume this year? Oh yes, I made it in a day. And we didn't even have a pumpkin at our house.
This should be a thing I do. I know that celebrating seasons and holidays, and just celebrating in general, would make time seem more important, and possibly make it pass slower, which would be nice.
TODAY
Today I woke up after 11am, worked (and did a lil Twitter reading/procrastinating) until 6:30, and then went to Kinko's, a coffeeshop to sign a lease for our new house, and played a show.
The time I spent at home working was - on and off - pretty productive. I'm making videos daily for a social media management project, planning concerts/tours/convention trips and writing to a few regular deadlines.
Today I realized this: I am a freelance writer. I am doing this. I have an adult life. And sure, I slept in until 11am and I'm up at 1:23 updating my blog, but that just means I'm an adult who isn't particularly good at "work ethic" or "not procrastinating." Still a grown-up, though. That's cool.
(the dichotomy between "real world"/not real world and grown-up/not grown-up is false, but it still seems real.)
I don't go outside very much.
But, here's the thing: in Portland, we don't really have seasons. Sure it's sunnier than usual in like, August. But that's pretty much it.
The picture at the top of this blog is from a fall day in Prague when I was, apparently, dramatically walking across a bunch of leaves. This is reminding me that I really miss fall.
And like I often do, I asked myself "what time of year is it?" - because here in Portland - and, I guess, in this "adult" life where time passes fast and seasons don't signal a change in behavior - I don't keep "what season it is" in my head. It's February, which means I missed fall - I guess because I was working. Fall just means rain in Portland, though. It doesn't mean leaves changing and falling and being crisp on the ground and raked into big piles. It means rain.
I could do more, to be fair - my friends don't do a lot of celebrating of seasons, and I haven't really had it as a priority either - did I have a halloween costume this year? Oh yes, I made it in a day. And we didn't even have a pumpkin at our house.
This should be a thing I do. I know that celebrating seasons and holidays, and just celebrating in general, would make time seem more important, and possibly make it pass slower, which would be nice.
TODAY
Today I woke up after 11am, worked (and did a lil Twitter reading/procrastinating) until 6:30, and then went to Kinko's, a coffeeshop to sign a lease for our new house, and played a show.
The time I spent at home working was - on and off - pretty productive. I'm making videos daily for a social media management project, planning concerts/tours/convention trips and writing to a few regular deadlines.
Today I realized this: I am a freelance writer. I am doing this. I have an adult life. And sure, I slept in until 11am and I'm up at 1:23 updating my blog, but that just means I'm an adult who isn't particularly good at "work ethic" or "not procrastinating." Still a grown-up, though. That's cool.
(the dichotomy between "real world"/not real world and grown-up/not grown-up is false, but it still seems real.)
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