When You Say “Lazy,” I Really Think You Mean “Resourceful”
I am a 40 year old man. I was running out of clean clothes. Rather than do laundry, I purchased more underwear.
I don’t know if this goes in the ‘Win’ column, but I think it does.
To be fair, we don’t yet have a washer/dryer at our new house. Sure, there’s a laudrymat nearby… but it’s not in the basement. So we haven’t done laundry just yet. That said… I’ve got a few days yet, until I need to do laundry. Four days, if you really want to be specific about it.
With living in a house while we’re in the midst of doing a great deal of home improvement… we’ve been in a kind of “make-do” mindset. The bed is the living room for now, since we can’t move things up to the second floor. The refrigerator is in the dining room, because the kitchen is in-progress. So it goes.
While I was in the checkout line, pulling out my wallet so that I could procrastinate laundry a little longer… I had the sudden realization that I’m 40 years old. My birthday was about a month ago, but with our recent move… I’ve not had any time to really process what that proverbial odometer flip really means.
40 is a big number. I still haven’t fully come to terms with it, and I think I’ve conveniently ignored my age for the last few weeks. I’m not on the verge of buying a motorcycle or anything like that (though it does sound nice, now that you’ve brought it up). But I kind of feel that I’ve had my eyes fixed forward, most of the time. And that I haven’t consciously turned around, to look behind me.
Deep down, I bristle at the notion of being 40. I don’t feel old, but that number implies that I am. It’s just that most days, I feel like an incredibly immature 40 year old.
I guess my worry is that one of these days, I’m going to wake up and realize I’m an adult. And I’m not really looking forward to that day.