Tomorrow is my birthday, so today I am making pie. It is a Salted Caramel Apple Pie
, or at least it will be later today. Right now, it is two discs of pie crust in the fridge, waiting for me to go buy apples and caramels.
Tomorrow, I am turning 30 which has, of course, caused me to recently have a lot of Thoughts, some of them angsty, about my life and how I still live with my parents* and am I kind of a failure? Which wasn't fun but mostly, I have come to the conclusion that I am happy with myself. I live with my parents, yes, but I like
the people I live with and they like me. I have a good job that lets me help people and
talk to them about how awesome Doctor Who and Terry Pratchett are. I sing well, I knit well, I am capable of cooking pretty much anything that consists of bread wrapped around a meat filling, and this year I learned to deep fry. I'm learning how to motivate myself to exercise every day, which is pretty great. I am capable of traveling by myself and not freaking out. I think I'm pretty awesome. So, not really a failure after all. I'm happy. I think 30 is going to be a good year.
(I have also been having Thoughts about how, when I was little, I figured there must be a magical time when suddenly Grown Up Things made sense and you could finally understand why it made sense to paint things beige or have solid-colored sheets that matched the comforter. But now, I am pretty much figuring that doesn't happen, because I am almost 30 and still have sheets with dinosaurs on them. So there's that.)*But not in the basement, so I am not quite Rocking the Geek Cliche.