This morning I started my day with a plan. Get out of the house by a certain time, hit the train, work out, then work.
It didn't work out that way. I got a medical bill in the mail that was shocking.
So, I called. After a few phone calls, I more or less figured out what was going on, and things turned out to be fine.
But so much for that early train.
At first I was irked that my careful plans got messed up. Then I saw the dishes from dinner in the sink, and realized I now had the time to take care of them, and catch the next train.
I read somewhere recently that being a grownup means cleaning your room when no one will know, see, or praise you for it.
It was said ironically, but actually I see that it's true. After I got the kitchen cleaned up, I drove to the station, got down to the tracks nice and early, chatted with a good friend, and listened to an awesome grown-up and rocking version of The Hokey Pokey while I waited for my train.
You heard that right, a cover of the Hokey Pokey. This one.
Being a grown-up is GREAT. It means I can handle emergencies, take care of myself, and the people I love, and that I get to be the arbiter of what's good, and good for me in my life. That's something I'm IMMENSELY grateful for.