i just bought myself a set of
measuring cups and now i feel like a proper grown-up.
it lasted for 45 minutes till i
failed to make a very simple cupcake recipe. then i poured myself some wine to
make me feel better. i never fail at pouring wine.
i say proper grown-up because i
know statistically and biologically i have been in the grown-up category for a
while. i have a job, i don't live with my parents, and i own a car. i have a
credit card and i manage to pay it off most months. i not only have health
insurance but also insurance for my flat, said car, and for in case i should
ever lose my very expensive contact lenses. next year i will have to tick the
35 – 45 year box on surveys and i will have no excuse not to buy anti-ageing cream anymore. all this makes me a grown-up by a long stretch and is scares me
a bit right now.
if you thought or think turning
30 is scary i somewhat lovingly call you a baby - you don't know anything yet.
that box i will tick next year is way scarier than any 30th could
ever be.
