So, this morning Missy and I got up to go meet a woman at a flea market who was giving us a good deal on a dining room table, and chairs. Afterward, we went for a sensible breakfast, and came home. Missy had something she had to go do, and I had work to do on my side-business/software prototype, Project Drummond.
I'm in the midst of doing so, up to my elbows in javascript, when a reminder pops up on my computer, to pay some bills.
I dismissed it and kept going, but it kept bugging me. Which is what it's supposed to do. Eventually, I gave in, and went to the website for the power company, and paid the bill. I repeated the same thing for our water bill, and our trash pickup.
I didn't even have to glance at my bank balance to make sure I had enough to pay them all. I have it. Lately, I'm on top of things financially to a degree I haven't been in a while. I regularly save money, I don't buy too much silly bullshit I don't need (although some, because there's some joy in that).
And when I was done, I turned back to working on my side-business. That's when the unmistakable truth hit me full-on, right in my face.
I'm a grownup.
This was followed, about a minute later, by a residual tremor.
And I like it.
Feels kind of good.