After getting sleeping in, making chocolate chip pancakes for, getting dressed in something of a hippie getup that borders on costume-y, driving in my bug (with the windows down) around base to work, it dawned on me.
I. Am. A. Grownup.
I can eat candy for breakfast (and pizza for lunch and a cheeseburger for dinner). I can make the bed, or not. I can wear what someone else might refer to as a costume to work. I can also go to work, or not. If I want to sit around and enjoy the sunshine instead of sitting behind a desk, I can.
Yes, I'm overlooking the consequences of some of these things (weight gain, diabetes, life in a pigsty, and potential jobless-ness), but, it's a sunny Friday, so I'm going to just revel in all the wonderful bits and pieces of being in charge of myself.
Pants- made by moi!
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