Adulthood: How did I end up here?

IRAs, non-qualified accounts, loans, leases, contracts, mortgages, credit cards, possessed car locks, and leaking bedroom windows. Man alive, being a grown up isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be.

Some days I’d like to go back to the time when my biggest decision was whether or not to endure the neighbor girl’s beastly behavior of abuse in hopes of getting to take her poodles for a walk. Or when the biggest trauma in life was if my stupid cousin left crayons on top of my Care Bears sleeping bag in the car resulting in little purple, red, and yellow puddles of goo across Cheer Bear’s face.

But I do have to admit that I have felt uncharacteristically calm over the last week or two. I think it’s because I know another weekend of delightful physical exhaustion is just around the corner. Rather then spend more time looking at my gear than using it, I’m spending more time packing it.

Most of my friends and family think I'm nuts. But I still maintain that walking for miles is better for me than Prozac.

Of course, I have been wrong before! LOL.