So I discovered proof of something recently: I'm growing up.
How do I know? Several things:
Joshua and I spent over an hour working on our budget this evening. It was fun.
My goals for this weekend are: get the kitchen clean, and get the bathroom clean.
I'm looking forward to composing a grocery list and a detailed, two-week meal plan tomorrow.
I'd rather watch The Dick van Dyke show than any TV show made in the last 40 years.
A clean kitchen is a joy to my heart.
I would rather sleep than do a lot of other things. (Although I realize this is also true for infants and the elderly, so maybe this isn't so much a sign of growing up as it is of simply being human.)
My bedtime is 10 pm. Even on weekends.
On a similar note, sleeping in means sleeping till 9 am at the latest. Bliss!
Junk food equals homemade pizza and brownies. (Thank goodness.)
I would rather eat oatmeal with flax seed for breakfast than sugary cold cereal (yuck).
And yet, I'm still a 21-year-old college student.
But I'm also married, so maybe that's an explanation for why I feel so weirdly adult.
I realize, of course, that I still have a lot of growing up to do. I haven't had much life experience in comparison to my grandparents, or even my parents. There are so many things left for me to learn and experience.
But let me tell you, for someone whose peers are all still living on a college campus and whose biggest worries are test scores and what mystery food will be served in the cafeteria, it is weird to state all those truths I listed above. I feel... unusual. Isolated. Often misunderstood.
That's why I'm so thankful for the few married, close-to-my-age friends that I do have. Because they understand, and it's so good to have friends who understand. Who get me, who can sympathize, and who know how exciting it is to have a grocery budget over $50 a week. (Not kidding. That's about what I feed us on, and I am so proud of myself.)
This Thursday, and every day, I am thankful for the life God has given me: the good and the bad, because I learn more from mistakes than I do from successes, and I trust God more in hard times than in easy. I'm so very thankful for a husband who loves me even when I'm an idiot, for friends who accept me exactly as I am, for family who are always there when I need them.
Because there's one more reason I've realized that I'm growing up:
I have come to learn that the greatest blessings in life are those that can't be assigned a monetary value. Not things that can be purchased. Blessings that are tangible, but absolutely priceless: family. Friends. Faith. Forgiveness.
No matter how grown-up I get, I hope to always remember that.
Linking up today (for the first time in so long...so grateful!):
black tag diaries, Jenni Mullinix, lovely little whimsy, kate says stuff, First Day of My Life, Passionate and Creative Homemaking