**will we ever get sick of that**
Adele returned to our lives last month after 4 very long years away so, following suit with the comeback theme, !YA GURL IS BACK TO DROP SOME WITTY, WISE, & ALSO HUMBLE WIIIZDOOOMM!
I really don’t know who’s return is more exciting, tbh.
The site has been pretty quiet since July and I do apologize, my dear, dear legions of (one) fan. Completely unrelated side comment: Hey Mom!
I do have valid reason, however, for my lengthy absence. This gal moved her whole life to a brand new, big ole city all by herself and needed time to adjust to a new life of adulting. I couldn’t bring myself to blog about m’thoughts and feelings about all aspects of life when I was kind of confused about it all myself. Now that I’ve had a good 5 months of reflection and growth, I thought it might be time to fill ya in on a few things I’ve learned and some giant pros to these last months of *~Kathleen time.~*
Adulting $%@*&#$ sucks.
It’s a total trap. I blame Obama. Getting a paycheck and losing 1/4 of it immediately to Uncle Sam and then another 1/4 of it to bills is a cruel, sick, heartbreaking cycle. It’s like “yeahhh!! big money i’m balliiinn’!” and then “woo ballin’…on a…budget..” *wohh wohhh*
This is also the time you start sounding like your parents. My mom and dad visited recently and I found myself scolding them for not turning lights off when they left the room. I was all, “When you start paying the bills, Susan, you can leave all the lights on you want!” And then I slept on the couch.
Your bedtime/wake time gets increasingly earlier and at the end of a very long work day, you find yourself needing a wife. I need a wife. If I could come home to a clean apartment, finished errands, and a warm meal cooking on the stove, I’d be the happiest homegirl on this 3rd rock from the sun. Husbands (or working wives hayy feminists), show some appreciation for your other half today. It’s so nice of them to be thinking of you all day.
Living alone forces you to really get to know yourself
Y’all I’m a slob. I’ve always suspected this and the people in my life have harped me on it for years but it really never hit me until I had nobody else to blame for the laundry on the floor. Whoopsie 🙂 For the first time in my life, I can’t show faux frustration toward my family or roommates for a dirty dish or cluttered living room.
To combat my repulsiveness, I’ve become a maker of lists. I have so.many.lists. I have become my mother. This morning I wrote, “get gas!” on my list because had I not, I probably would’ve forgotten. I’ve heard people talk about pregnancy brain but adult brain is a real thing, too. I have to write down things like, “sweep and swiffer floors,” “pack your lunch,” “Home Goods for a platter — show restraint Kathleen!” I may be certifiably insane. Aren’t we all, though?
For the first 24 hours of being the only Queen of the Castle, I may have cried 4 or 5 times. It was so quiet and I had nobody to tell my jokes to 😥 It was a dark time, my friends. I was left to giggle at my own hilarity…which really isn’t anything new but for the first time, there was nobody there to groan at my weirdness.
Four months later, I gotta say, I LOVE being the only resident of my humble domain. I LOVE coming home, stripping down shamelessly, putting fuzzy socks on, and downing giant bowls of pasta sans judgment. I LOVE not having unannounced guests of my roommates over and *cover your ears, kids* there’s nothing more liberating than walking around as God made ya without burning the eyes of the people around you.
Big city = so many sources of inspiration
As many of you know, I grew up in a very laid-back, mid-size city with a raging small town mentality. Everybody knows everybody and everybody still discusses each other years after their last interaction. It’s a wonderfully strange place. While in college, I lived in a smaller, arguably more laid-back town, Sweet Home College Station ❤ aka the happiest place on Earth.
I loved *almost* every minute of living in both places and I miss them both all the time, however, it was difficult to grow in places where life was fairly predictable. Houston is no New York City but when you’re used to living in places where life moves pretty slow, it feels massive and slightly overwhelming. When I first moved, I couldn’t help but feel super isolated despite the fact that people.were.everywhere. I felt alone in a place full of people because I hadn’t yet found out who I was in the midst of it all. As super lame and cliche as it sounds, I needed to branch out and get out of my comfort zone in order to regain the confidence needed to grow.
Once that confidence began to grow, I found myself really living. I booked a trip to NYC to visit literally the coolest chick I know on a whim. I would never have done anything like that before but I just thought, you know what, why not? What’s holding me back from doing things that are a little outside my character and comfort zone? We take life for granted and just go about it day by day, same ole routine, and forget to LIVE. We forget to do things that are awkward and weird and uncomfortable, to eat things that are strange, to talk to people so different from us but who can learn so much from.
As soon as I started branching out, I found so many really cool people out there who are so incredibly talented and fearless. They’ve taught me, in turn, to be fearless and passionate about life. Y’all, I own a pair of leather pants now. A year ago, I would’ve never worn a pair of leather pants and now I wear them weekly. They’re the bomb. As luck would have it, even the girls I work with are literally the *~raddest~* girls I’ve ever met. Kendra Scott has been such a blessing in my life and I know God placed me there for a reason. S/O TO MUH HOMIES!!
My faith has never been tested so strongly
Woo, Jesus. He has pushed me further and harder than He has ever before and I gotta say, I wavered here and there in the strength of my faith because I felt forgotten. I felt confused and really, very lost, like NO GoogleMaps, NO Garmin, like where u @ God?? Turns out I needed some humbling, I needed to feel really uncomfortable in order to reach out to Him more fully than I ever had before. Think about it. You miss people and reach out to them the most when you feel abandoned by them. He’s a sneaky one, God, He knows exactly how to get you where you need to be. LOVE YA J.C.
Now that Ya GuRL is back at it and probably funnier than ever, you can expect WW&H to also be back at it and definitely funnier than ever. I can’t promise more wizzdoom because I’m still working on that myself but can’t wait to hear from each and every one of ya! 🙂
peace, blessins, God Bless, and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!