I'm Maturing In Fits And Starts

I'm officially IN my 30s. No longer 30, but full-on in the decade. Part of me thinks this means it's time to grow up. For real this time, not like when I tried to grow up before but just ended up laying in a ball pit for a few days.

So I'm making "adulty" decisions and doing "adulty" things, in an attempt to seem more mature. I went to see Opera performed in the park last week. Culture! However the part I enjoyed the most was when the microphone shorted out and made a fart noise. Two steps forward, three steps back.

I'm trying to be more proactive in comedy, too. Doing more shows, and when I'm home I'm always working on new stuff. Responsible! However I still have the attention span of a 15 year old, so every hour on the hour I find myself looking up cat videos on the internet and loudly critiquing them to no one.

I'm also trying to cook more at home. I made a casserole for a couple of friends last night and was so overwhelmingly proud of myself that I got soundly housed on cheap corner store wine afterward to celebrate. But I think that might be the very definition of maturity, so nothing needs to change here.

I guess it's a compromise, really. If I balance my checkbook and separate the recycling on a regular basis, then it's not a big deal if I still cartwheel randomly or laugh at words like "unit" and "bosom". Because those are ridiculous words.