When you realize you are growing up

 

It’s reassuring when you enter the house and the first person to greet you is a friend who basically says: Welcome to the party! I feel really old here!

 

Mind you, this guy is 22 years old — definitely younger than I am by a few years — and I was already aware prior to arriving at the house that I would be on the older end of the attendees of the night. (At this moment in time, I am at the ripe young age of 25 and will be 26 in a few months …)

No matter.

 

I didn’t drink. (Mainly because I am in marathon training mode plus I wasn’t planning on staying at the party long).

 

A few of my other friends and I commiserated together about “feeling old” among the crowd of highly intoxicated college students and otherwise young adults.

 

I went to bed at midnight. I woke up this morning at 7 a.m. I ate breakfast. I cleaned the living room. I cleaned my own room. I loaded the dishwasher. I took out the trash. Oh, and the big catcher — I went grocery shopping at 8 in the morning!

 

Yes! Who knew the grocery store can actually be peaceful in the morning hour that it first opens? Usually on Sundays, all stores are swamped with everyone getting everything they need for the coming week. I don’t dare go to a Trader Joe’s during the day because it’s always chaos. Customers navigating the little carts through narrow aisles. People bumping into one another with their baskets full of ready-made frozen foods. The parents chasing their young children around the store telling them that “this is not a game!” But, this morning, it was calm. I easily was in and out of that small Trader Joe’s garage because there were hardly any other cars parked. All the shelves were fully stocked with everything! There was no wait — not lines at all! — at the check-out counter. Now I know why my mom does her grocery shopping before 9 a.m. on the weekends. (Yes, I am comparing myself to my mother … moving along).

 

It’s a good feeling to not just get tasks done on your “to do list,” but to get them accomplished before 10 a.m.!

 

I’ve never been a morning person (or a late night person for that matter). The daytime is my prime. But, I can see how morning people like the mornings.

 

It gives you the rest of the day to do whatever you want!

And, that means I can squeeze a run in before my ultimate game.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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