If you follow the work of Gretchen Rubin, you’re probably familiar with her secrets of adulthood.  Her “secret” that resinates most with me is, “what’s fun for other people may not be fun for you–and vice versa”.

A few examples of what’s fun for other people and not fun for me are, traveling, entertaining, cooking, boardgames, hiking, and watching television. I’ve accepted that I don’t enjoy those things, and I’ve dropped the belief that I’m supposed to enjoy them just because everyone else enjoys them.

Today, I realized that fudge belongs on the list of things that are fun for others, but not for me. Around here, if you mention the stuff, eyes light up. I grew up believing that I should like it, and I should eat it when it’s offered to me.

I went to the fridge earlier get an apple. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was 6 individually wrapped pieces of fudge.  I knew that it was my mother who put them there, so I asked her if she likes fudge. She said, “no”. Then I asked her why she bought it, she said, “I thought I was going to eat it.”

WTF? Why do we do eat—or in Mom’s case, buy— the stuff if we don’t like it? Crazy, eh? As of this moment, I’m done with fudge! Never again am I going to eat the stuff simply because I think I’m supposed to enjoy it.

If We Were Having Coffee Right Now…

If we were having coffee right now, I’d confess that my mug contains herbal tea. According to the box it came from, it’s “cranberry”. It does, indeed, contain cranberry, but the flavour is completely undetectable amongst the other ingredients. Perhaps the manufacturer is referring to its colour?

INGREDIENTS: hibiscus flowers, lemon grass herb, birch leaves, cinnamon bark, natural flavours, juniper berries, citric acid, rosehips, star anise fruit, licorice root, cloves, cranberries.

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you that I skipped my morning pages. I woke up too tired to scribble words on a page. You know what that means? It means that all the junk in my noggin that normally gets transferred to the page before I get out of bed is still right where I left it. Not good, I tell ya!

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you that I forgot to shave the bottom half of my left leg this morning. I’m also blaming that oversight on being too tired.

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you that I dressed like a bag lady to go to work today. Why? Because, I could not stand the thought of putting on a real bra this morning. I wore a sports bra, a tank top with a neckline that drops lower than my sports bra, sweat pants and flip-flops.

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you that in the last few months I’ve been coming home with new clothes almost weekly, and I’ve tossed all my ratty ones, except for the pieces I wore to work today.

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you that I ordered an iPad mini 4. It will be here on Monday. I’m super excited! I also can’t freaking wait to kick the tablet I have now to the curb. Its battery life is somewhere in the vicinity of 5-7 minutes.

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you that work is going really well, which is why I can FINALLY afford to have things like clothes without holes and a tablet that works while disconnected from its power source.

If we were having coffee right now, I’d warn you that what I’m about to tell you is super weird. Are you ready? Don’t say I didn’t warn you! Here it is… I’m desperately missing a character from a dream I had yesterday morning. I tried to conjure him up again last night, but I had no luck. In the dream, he questioned me about a pattern of mine—a pattern I was completely unaware of until he brought it to light. In my waking life, that question probably would have put me on the defensive, but in my dream state, I perceived it to be more as a gift of enlightenment than as a criticism.  When I woke up, I tried to figure out if this was really “a thing” in my life. I’m inclined to believe that it is, but I’m not really sure. I need to figure this out, and strongly believe I need him to help me work through it. Where this gets super weird is that the guy from my dream is a real person. He sent me a Facebook friend request a month (or two, or three) ago.  We have a few mutual (local) Facebook friends, but I chose to “ignore” his request because I had no freaking clue who he was. Now, I’m kicking myself in the arse! Was I supposed to “accept” his request? Will our paths cross again? I really hope so.

Now it’s your turn. What would you tell me if we were having coffee right now?