About that growing up thing...

There was a common enough meme among people I knew and loved about not wanting to grow up, and it always bugged me on an irrational level.

Today, I realized I had the perfect example.

I've gotten on the internet and read e-mail and checked Livejournal. While doing that, I've done my 10 (well, 12) minutes of morning exercises. (I've been working out in the evenings mostly, but it's been a long term goal to exercise enough in the morning that my evening workouts are for strengthening, not avoiding stagnation. 10 minutes is a good start, but eventually I'll work up to 20.) While doing that, I've been cooking a ham and egg bagel sandwich, with a bagel from Grateful Bread, which I had to find, and plan for, so that I'd have it available. (Seattle, alas, is not known for good bagels.) While doing all of this, I've been making and drinking coffee made from beans I roasted yesterday, just so I could have fresh roasted coffee this morning. (And, note, I had to decide coffee was important enough for me to plan to have a roaster, and learn to use it.)

By learning to exercise better and more carefully, I've been able to find a workout point that leaves me feeling good, and to realize how important it is not to go past that point in the early morning.

By learning to time my cooking, I could have my ham almost ready at the end of my workout. (Gee, it needed just about the time it takes to toast a bagel....)

In short, through planning, and decision making, and the ability to carry out those plans with maturity, I'm having a wonderful start to a wonderful day.

There's nothing wrong with holding on to the joy and wonder of childhood... I've always felt very strongly about that. But I've also felt very strongly that one should also accept happily the joys (and yes, responsibilities) of adulthood.

About that growing up thing...

There was a common enough meme among people I knew and loved about not wanting to grow up, and it always bugged me on an irrational level.

Today, I realized I had the perfect example.

I've gotten on the internet and read e-mail and checked Livejournal. While doing that, I've done my 10 (well, 12) minutes of morning exercises. (I've been working out in the evenings mostly, but it's been a long term goal to exercise enough in the morning that my evening workouts are for strengthening, not avoiding stagnation. 10 minutes is a good start, but eventually I'll work up to 20.) While doing that, I've been cooking a ham and egg bagel sandwich, with a bagel from Grateful Bread, which I had to find, and plan for, so that I'd have it available. (Seattle, alas, is not known for good bagels.) While doing all of this, I've been making and drinking coffee made from beans I roasted yesterday, just so I could have fresh roasted coffee this morning. (And, note, I had to decide coffee was important enough for me to plan to have a roaster, and learn to use it.)

By learning to exercise better and more carefully, I've been able to find a workout point that leaves me feeling good, and to realize how important it is not to go past that point in the early morning.

By learning to time my cooking, I could have my ham almost ready at the end of my workout. (Gee, it needed just about the time it takes to toast a bagel....)

In short, through planning, and decision making, and the ability to carry out those plans with maturity, I'm having a wonderful start to a wonderful day.

There's nothing wrong with holding on to the joy and wonder of childhood... I've always felt very strongly about that. But I've also felt very strongly that one should also accept happily the joys (and yes, responsibilities) of adulthood.