Adulting

Today was such an adult day.

When I arrived back to the airport after my winter break, I found my car’s battery was dead.

Okay, that’s fine, I thought. I called up some people and I got it jump started. Cool! I made my hour trek back home and along the way my radio kept turning on and off… That’s really weird.

I stop at my mailbox and see that my boyfriend had given me some meme shirts (so maybe it wasn’t that much of an adult day?).

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Once I got back in the car though it wouldn’t start and kept wining at me. That’s when I knew that those radio breaks where actually my car not being able to jive with the battery.

Also, I called my mom and she told me so.

By then, all the businesses where closed so I had to wait until today to actually do anything about it which was stressful in itself. For some reason, I’ve noticed that I tend to want to fix emergencies right away just to relieve the pressure. Oftentimes, it’s impossible though.

Once the tow truck service arrived the next day and I saw I didn’t get a ticket for where I parked, I was able to take a step back and I grabbed my Amy Poehler book and just accepted that the day was going to go one way and I had little control over it.

Luckily, it was the battery like expected so they were able to fix it the same day. I ended up paying a little over 300, which was not ideal but as far as car problems go it was okay…

The pain was lessened as a few of my new friends from work picked me up for lunch and we had cheap burgers and Cajun fries at Fat Boy & Skinny’s. While Cajun fries aren’t comparable to my favorite food, cheese fries, they were good albeit saltier than your normal French fries.

Moral of the story, the day wasn’t ruined and my car is okay and I’m not stressed.

Iimage1(1)n other news I decided to do Stitch Fix. It’s good for me because I live in the middle of nowhere. The closest mall is an hour away with nothing in-between. Having gone to college in New York, this was hard to adjust to so I compromised with myself and signed up for a stylist. Plus, how cool is it to say I have a stylist?

The way it works is you pay 20 dollars for someone to look at your Pinterest board of clothes and then take a quick survey that essentially asks you to explain your look. They send you a box of five things. I opt for all clothes, one being something quirky or surprising but you can also request jewelry or bags.

If you buy something, the 20 dollars goes towards that. For example, if a shirt is 40 dollars and you buy that from the box, it is now 20 dollars but if you buy nothing, it does cost 20 to have had them send you a box.

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The reason why I’m mentioning this is because not only does it give me a chance to show off my purchases but also I think it’s a good way to make a ‘bad’ situation better. I get to participate in a fun stylish service even though I don’t live in a stylish area. Where I’m stationed is said to be the worst post in the Army. I feel like I can overcome that though with these small rebellions.

Perhaps the common theme is to just be flexible and to make do with each situation you’re in which is very hard for me to do sometimes and I’m not sure if I can sum that up in one word. Perhaps it’s a type of humility or just being positive?

I like that my blood type is B+ because they sew it on to your Kevlar and spell out the positive so I’d like to think when people look at me I’m like a happy bumper sticker telling them to keep smiling.

Maybe ‘blood type’ will be my word for 2016.

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