Growing Up

It has become painfully obvious that this year, my 23rd, is quickly wrapping up. And again, as it has been every year since I turned 21 (yeah, I know, oh so many years ago) I'm beginning to panic. People seem distracted, preoccupied, and they are going to forget again. Two people at work know my birthday is next week. A few friends know (one shares my birthday, one was sweet enough to take me to Whose Live?, one may remember or may forget but he knows its here). My grandparents remembered, I got my card today. It'll be a miracle if my dad remembers, though I'm not sure why. Facebook will remember.

The plus side to my birthday blues: this year no one has pointed out what they were doing at my age. Last year it was all, "I'd been married for five years and had two kids." I think by now they realize this isn't how my life is working.

I think the fact that my loosely laid out life plan isn't shaping up the way I had pictured brings me down more than my dad not remembering and his mother reminding me that I haven't seen her in a long time can't seem to remember that birthdays other than hers exist. Apple and tree situation maybe?

I also think my panic comes from not having an adventure in sight. I can't seen a clear moment of joy in my future, I see working, I see grocery shopping and I see not enough time in the day. I think maybe I crave adventure too much, I spoiled myself with it too early... or not. Maybe I'm just playing it too safe now. Maybe I should get on a bike and ride across the country? Only I don't like bikes, but there has to be something sort of like that that I'm afraid of doing, something that I would actually.

Maybe, just maybe, I show become a roadie. I know, the whole thing has a certain skeeze factor, dirty clothes and buses and late nights and too much to drink. But I don't know that it would be bad. Maybe I should freak my mom out, join the Peace Corp like I always planned, throw caution to the wind, learn a new language, live in poverty in a strange place and maybe make a difference. I wouldn't be any worse off than I am today.

I could go back to school, take on that debt. Learn and end up actually working in a place I despise instead of just in an unstimulating job that I despise some of the time.

Operation Ada Jane seems more like a trap these days than a genius idea, but some genius ideas are traps aren't they?

Haha, who am I kidding?

Whatever you do this week don't compare me to you. Thanks a bunch!

Cake: It's Just that Good

The manager of the store in which I am employed is eight months pregnant. This has somehow made work a lighter more fun place, this week we had a meeting because huzzah! Black Friday is just around the corner. We took the time during that meeting to through a small surprise-ish shower for said knocked-up boss complete with cake and baby boy themed gifts. The cake was excellent. So excellent in fact the next day upon arriving to work one of the other managers declared

Megan, you must get pregnant so that we can have more cake!

And despite all rationale not to, I'm considering it because, hell, baby themed cake is better than any other I suppose. Now before you go trying to talk me out of this nonsense hear me out. I am a single 23 year-old, living with my mother, looking for full-time employment while making "ends meet" at the aforementioned job. It's is the perfect time to bring a new human into the world!

Plus my birthday was last week and birthdays only happen every 12 months but babies happen in nine, cake is quicker if I put a bun in the oven now rather than waiting for my 24th birthday.

I'll accept applications for my cake-baby's father starting....NOW!