This morning I woke up and stared through half-mast eyes into the refrigerator, waiting for my morning meal to appear. It didn’t.
So I decided to eat a chocolate cookie and three leftover Cajun spiced chicken wings for breakfast. Cold.
The cookie went better with my coffee than the wings did, but both were delicious.
This is not my normal breakfast, of course. Normally I’m busy reminding my family to eat something healthy and balanced because that’s my job as a parent. Their job is to listen to me, even though deep down I know they want a piece of cake.
I know this because I watch them eat cake, which is usually the reason for me reminding them to eat better. “It’s your fuel for the day!” I say, and I’m not wrong. I know I’m not wrong because I’m an adult and getting older every year, which is something I recognize every July when I begin yet another trip around the sun.
Knee-deep in a creek preferable to paperwork drudgery
Being an adult is not something I’m terribly fond of, mostly because the job comes with more paperwork and meetings than I have the attention span for. I’d much rather do things than talk about them and most certainly I’d rather be knee-deep in a creek than fill out or file up any sort of paperwork.
But when you’re supposed to be an adult, chances are you attend the meeting and have gotten a few papercuts.
I was listening to a podcast recently that talked all about these doldrums of adulthood, where we are weighed down by a lack of sense of wonder (been there, done that, knees hurt) and the impending doom of a to-do list (can’t, won’t, don’t have time.)
The take-home message was the only person really stopping us from the great fun of being young is – ourselves. I hate it when they are right.
‘Don’t Grow Up! It’s a Trap’
My mom gifted me a towel that hangs on my stove. It reads: Don’t Grow Up! It’s a trap.
I glanced at it briefly through those half-mast eyes when I didn’t have the get-up-and-go to be an adult and make some oatmeal. Because if being an adult means making our own decisions, aren’t we allowed to make the choice to eat a chocolate cookie and cold chicken wings for breakfast? Isn’t that what we suffer through the meetings and the paperwork for?
In the end, I grabbed a handful of sugar snap peas to eat as I walked out the door to work.
The one-year-wiser adult in me knew a little bit of veggies would be a good idea, too, and would fuel me into something full of wonder.