But in my heart, I'm still a 22 year old college kid.
When my opinions were big, but responsibilities were small. When anything seemed possible. When conversations with friends were a given each day. When we could analyze every detail of a date over a late brunch and shopping. When life was light and carefree. When calories never counted.
Adulting is hard.
Everything in life has long term consequences. And while that's not always bad, in fact, sometimes it's great, it's still a lot to digest that a decision today will stick around in some form for ages to come.
Like, for example, hypothetically, the donuts I ate yesterday. Again...hypothetically...of course.
But let's say I did eat a donut or two yesterday. And then let's say I also took the easy road with a workout because I used a headache and sadness as an excuse. And then let's say I felt like crap, physically, at night and slept poorly as a result. And perhaps we should also assume I felt like crap, emotionally, after eating two mediocre at best snacks that only fulfilled me for about five minutes, thus making my already sad day even harder.
I'm not saying don't eat donuts. I'm not even admitting that I ate donuts. I'm just saying, adulting is hard. And complicated. And lasting. Even when we're talking about donuts.
Today I'm going to make a smoothie...