Bills and Bars: a time and a place

Why didn’t anyone tell me that being an adult is a full-time job? Remember when you were younger and you thought being an adult meant that people leave you the hell alone and you can do whatever you want? Turns out that when you’re an adult you are never left alone. Sallie Mae, Comcast, ComEd, they all knock on my door the same time every month, and every time I just want to crawl in a fort and yell “Go away! There isn’t an adult here right now! Come back later!”

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Like we talked about recently, it is really easy to get overwhelmed by all the tasks and responsibilities that come with living on your own. But if I chose to focus on all the bills I have to pay, I’d forget all the amazing opportunities I have by living in Chicago. So let’s just breeze past the bills and get to the meat of the weekend.

THE MARATHON IS ALMOST HERE!

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Ever since last weekend’s 20-miler my confidence has been at an all-time high. That’s probably a bad thing since I’ve once again been skipping runs in favor of other workouts but now that we’re in crunch time I’ll be sure to spend the next two weeks running short distances frequently to get my legs ready for the big 26.2. Speaking of training, I hosted an event on Saturday night to raise money for the charitable organization that I am running for, Girls On The Run. My Lulu crew showed up as well as all my close friends from college — I was so grateful to see such a wonderful turnout and am excited to see how much we raised!

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The rest of the weekend I spent making sure my fridge was stocked for the carb-loading week I know I have ahead of me. I’ve had lasagna on the brain for over a week now so I bit the bullet and threw it together.

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And of course the best part of any weekend is Saturday morning, when you have the whole weekend ahead of you. I spent the morning sitting on my back porch sipping pumpkin spice coffee and soaking up the sunshine before Β heading to brunch with old friends from college. We ended up spending the day bar-hopping throughout Lakeview and even though I had grand, adult-like plans that I had put together, I quickly pushed those aside to spend the time with my friends. Because being an adult can wait until Monday.

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36 comments

  1. I am totally with you about being an adult! Bills are just the worse! But ahh so excited for your marathon for you! And yes I was excited about carb loading too! In fact I ate nothing but carbs and call me crazy but I missed my less carby food those couple days and weeks leading up to you but the lasagna looks great!

  2. Ugh to being an adult!! I would love to go back to not paying bills. Every time I think I’m getting a break and have a cheaper month, something comes up once again making it impossible to save :/ Less than 2 weeks till go time!! Good luck πŸ™‚

  3. Fortunately, I’m only 20 so I don’t have to start adulting just yet…but I’m not looking forward to it haha. College really is the best of both worlds: adult freedom minus adult responsibilities πŸ™‚

    I love your pink top in the last photo! I’m guessing Lulu? And lasagna is my #1 favorite food in the world, so I enthusiastically approve of your carb-loading food of choice πŸ™‚

  4. That lasagna looks delicious. I finally had my first pumpkin spice coffee of the season. I hear ya about being an adult. As much as we could not wait to grow up when we were younger, it was nice not having any responsibilitis that come along w being an adult.

    1. I never compromise on the coffee creamer in the fall. The fall flavors just get me πŸ™‚ Sometimes I wish I could just press pause on the adult responsibilities but they’d just be there when I pressed play again so we all just have to do what we have to do.

  5. It’s so true that so many times when life throws me just like WAY too much shit, I stand there and wail, “I WANT TO GO HOME!!!” No idea where home would be, just this fantasy place where I get to be a kid and curl up into an adult’s arms while they take care of everything for me. But no, every time I have to pull up my big girl panties and get ‘er done. Boo.

  6. Being an adult can totally wait until Monday! haha – I love that! Sometimes being a grown up rocks (knowing yourself, deciding your bedtime and, well, cocktails) but it can be so tough too – and now I’m 30 I feel more grown up than ever!
    But David and I did go to the playpark this weekend and spent ages on the swings, slide and climbing frames… it was awesome!

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