I'm Just Starting

So I sat down this weekend and made a list.  I listed all of the personal things I’d like to do.  I listed all of the friggin things that need to get done around the house on a weekly basis.  I listed all of the exercising I’d like to do in a week. I then assigned a time frame each day, and/or a day of the week to do them all.  I did this because I have, historically, been terrible at managing my time.  Really all that means is that I’m super lazy and would much rather sit on my ass watching the Big Bang Theory, or even just sleeping.  But I have gained weight and I think my son is starting to resent me.  Plus I kind of decided I would become a gardener so I need to be watering and pruning and praying to the gods for a good crop.  So, at present, I have yet to implement said list.  To any degree.  Well that’s not true.  I’m writing right now!  That was one of my goals.  And I put away some dishes yesterday; I also folded one whole basket of laundry.  Of course I didn’t then put the laundry away but I’m told it’s all about the baby steps so I’m not sweating.

In any case I really do want to get better at managing my time and if that means I have to make a freakin list and follow it, even to just do the things I want to, then that’s what I’ll do.  At 27 maybe I’ll finally become an adult.  You know, one of those mystical creatures you hear of.  ‘Hey!  That guy is 39, he’s an adult!  Never mind that he still lives with his parents and shares a bathroom with his 5 cats.  His job at the Burger King is going to take him places!’  Wasn’t it such a letdown when you realized that just because a person is over the age of 18, it doesn’t really make him an adult?  What is the definition of an adult anyway?  Def # one states: ‘having attained full size and strength; grown up; mature.’  Has everything to do with physical attributes, and nothing to do with mental.  I guess that’s our answer.  Technically you’re an adult once you reach adult size.  Of course that begs the question, what is full size and strength?  Am I to assume then that midgets, based on a technicality, are never adults?  Well that doesn’t quite seem fair.  I guess they can’t ride most rides at theme parks.  Hey!  That constitutes full size.  I think it’s 48 inches, which is only 4’ tall.  Anyway, I digress.  A lot.  I only mean to point out that it takes work to be alive, and to be considered an adult.  As with everything, it doesn’t just happen.

This should be just about the biggest cosmological DUH out there, yet I have met many people who seem to think that the universe just dumps into their lap whatever it wants to.  That there is nothing they themselves can do to change the course of their lives.  I firmly believe everything that happens is a direct result of the choices you’ve made, OR you’ve got a lesson to learn and you had better get on it, or that toe is going to keep getting stubbed, your lawn will keep dying, or you’ll keep seeing that black cat everywhere you go.  The point is you can have a pretty darn good life if you want to and you work at it.  I’ll add, with much snarkiness-that old saying of, nothing worth having comes easy.  Trust me though, I’m not some Buddah who has it all figured out.  If you think I’m not grumbling as I struggle through a minute long plank and hating every millisecond, you’ve lost your marbles and they're being used to freak people out at the end of MIB. 

What is my point?  I suppose what I want to say is simply that you can always improve, and you should.  It's always the right time to figure yourself out and do what you want.  So I am going to just decide to change.  Mostly because I don't yet like well enough the person I've come to be.  Again, though 27 means I've been an adult for years and years because I grew to be the size I am now when I was about 14, I don't have to except that this is just where I am.  I have a choice, and I choose to be better.