Sometimes I feel like I'm an adult. Lord knows it's about time. At these moments I feel like I'm in control of my life, it's heading in a direction I'm comfortable with, and I'm making an impact in all the ways that are important to me. I'm paying my bills on time. I'm not staying out drinking the night before some huge responsibility. I'm making good decisions. You know - all the things I didn't do in my early twenties.
And then there are times when I'm driving back to work with my fingers in a tub of cookie dough that I literally couldn't resist buying for lunch and I think that perhaps I haven't come as far as I think.
I mean, buying cookie dough to deal with difficult situations in life is one thing. Eating said cookie dough in the car is quite another. There was no spoon. There were no napkins. I couldn't even wait until I got back to the office. I may as well have been wearing a bib.
Yes, difficult times have befallen the life of Emily, my friends. And instead of ignoring the sage advice of my cousin that "Ben and Jerry go straight to the hips," I opted for cookie dough that, in my mind, is little more than some flour, eggs, water, brown sugar.... it can't be that bad, right? Not when it's SO so good.
I guess I can just look at it as an adult decision to drown myself in cookie dough, though, right? I mean, at least it's not alcoholic beverages. Or drugs. Yep. This is responsible. I'm being responsible.
Even with my fingers in my mouth to get every last bit of the cookie dough off.