Call me weird, but I was really looking forward to turning 30. I counted down the days a year and a half ahead of time. I thought that when 30 hit, it would be like *poof* you're an adult. Turns out, it doesn't work that way.
So, I've decided to institute a plan to induct myself into adulthood. These are all baby steps and this is only the beginning. See the plan below.
- Clean my car. I do this annually every November, but I forgot last year.
- Balance my checkbook. This is a very adult thing to do that hasn't been done since 2003.
- Stop drinking liquor directly from the bottle (unless it is in a paper bag).
- Grocery shop regularly (and not out of my Mom's fridge).
- Limit ice cream for dinner to once a week, unless there is a special occasion.
- Remember to call my friends more regularly, especially the pregnant crazy one.
- Stop watching "Hannah Montana". This one will be difficult, but necessary.
- Use prescription medicine when it's prescribed, not for fun.
- Watch the news (instead of "Hannah Montana").
- Buy a fish and care for said fish. It will teach me responsibility and foster my maternal instinct. Yeah right.
- Stop considering the clothes on the top of the dirty laundry pile as "kinda clean".
- Open a savings account (to save up for the fish's college tuition).
- Don't burp in public.
- Make more lists.
This is only the beginning, people. Let the metamorphosis begin.
