Growing old is kind of nice.
I mean, there’s more responsibilities and stuff. Bills, children, work, etc… But there’s also my own choices to be made. Like going to bed at 9pm on a Friday or not having to go to the latest film on opening weekend. I have finally felt like I’m not missing out any more.
Like most adults I know, once you reach a certain age, it’s about the down time. The quiet time you get to yourself and not have to interact with others. I enjoy raking leaves off the lawn or washing the car by myself. Or waking up early to go shopping before the crowds and using the self checkout minimizing human interactions. However, as you may have guessed if you’ve followed along with me for the past few months (or years), my favorite adult thing to do:
Naps. I love naps. I have shown up at people’s homes and asked if I could nap. I’ve been in car rides with friends and just closed my eyes for a brief snooze. If I disappear at home- chances are I am taking a nap, I have even done it during a party at our home.
Even if all of these things sound childish and selfish, they are fully acceptable to do as an adult. I am glad to have reached adulthood. Now, I’m going to do some yard work alone and find a quiet place to take a nap later on.