![]() Or something like that but I think what I'm trying to say is I'm evolving to suit this particular season of my life. There's an adage that I'm trying to apply here, but they're not panning out so I'ma make one. ![]() Here's what I'm thinking after ruminating on the cause of all this maturation. I've rearranged every room we have and when the kids nap during the day I use the time to reorganize or stare at the wall and wonder what and how to reorganize next. Kitchen Aid found a new home atop the fridge. I jest not.) Not to mention I've completely overhauled the kitchen such that there is nothing on the counter that doesn't absolutely need to be there (microwave, latte maker.yeah that's it actually.) Knives have been mounted on a magnetic strip. Because toys that have pieces? All the pieces need to be accounted for and put together (like those stackable cups and woodenblock towers.) Sean will do this Tazmanian Devil type thing where the room is picked up in literally 17 seconds but I can't have it the way he does it. I can't sit down to begin an evening with Sean post-Bedtimeageddon until toys away dishes clean clothes folded. Ok but in the last few months I've become a little obsessive about a-place-for-everything-and-everything-in-its-place. Meyer's trophies or anything, but I've always erred on the side of tidyish ish. My mom is not permitted to weigh in here. I've never considered myself a slovenly person. Or perhaps take the state of our apartment. Wine tasting has become my jam. I like whiskey now. I just.what? I have to ask: who am I. But now? A glance at the happy hour menu of one of our favorite haunts stirs up a longing for a pretty pint of their microbrewed honey blonde. Keep wine or beer or anything whose taste remotely resembles mature out of eye line, earshot or taste bud. Mike's Hard Lemonade, Smirnoff Ice (barf), Angry Orchard Hard Cider (stilllll a fave, mind you), or some concentratey juice blend that was ever so unobtrusively spiked with a quarter jigger of vodka or rum. My buzz was attained through purely sugarfied means e.g. You totally will.) had the palate of a nine year old. Jess of yesteryear (Jessteryear, if you will. Not anything serious! In fact, you'll probably eye-roll vehemently when I expound on what I mean. A few fundamental things are just.changing or leaving or evolving. The reason I ask is I feel like I'm going through some kind of midlife crisis at the tender age of 28. Who am I? That is the question, properly accentuated. ego as it pertains to one, Jessie Pope." No. Wouldn't it be funny if I really tried to wax Socratic or Shakespearean or what-have-you in this inconsequential space of internet? "And today we shall be discussing the id vs.
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