Day 26: January 6
It’s Sunday; get your butt out of bed. Seriously, get up. Get dressed for church. Put real effort in, and by that I mean you can still wear jeans, but maybe wear boots that don’t have massive holes in the heels (when are you going to let those shoes die by the way?).
Realize, as you’re getting into your car, that there’s this whole “freezing rain” situation. You don’t really know what this entails (I mean, you can guess), but your neighbor spots you slipping and sliding just walking and suggests that maybe you pray from home today. Maybe freezing rain is no joke.
Spend your day making books and cooking something southern for the after Christmas party you’re hosting tonight. (You should have started these books before you got the flu. It’s really difficult to finish these with zero energy.)
Translation: Twenty-five is learning how to handle winter and finding another pair of black boots that won’t let ice come in contact with your stocking-feet. (Those are related goals). It’s also endeavoring to be the kind of person that not only thinks of great gifts, but also the kind of person that executes them on time. Stop being the girl that starts all presents with, “So what happened was…”
Day 27: January 7
Yeah, dude. You’re still sick. Stop living in denial. And if you MUST leave your apartment (which really, you don’t need to do), try something new and healthy: your first wheat grass shot.
It’s a shame you’re paying money for ground up grass when you had this for free your entire childhood, but you can’t deny it’s deliciousness.
Translation: Twenty-five is still living in denial, apparently. And loving overpriced shots of nature with the hopes it’s doing something positive to your pathetic immune system. (It’s starting to look like twenty-five is also you becoming a hipster. I’m embarrassed for you a little bit.)
Writer’s Note: This post is part of a larger series called “Learning Twenty-Five.”