So two nights ago, a friend of mine invited me out for a light dinner and drinks at a local, fairly popular spot here in Kingston. He picked me up around 10 ish. When we got there to my surprise, it wasn’t what I was expecting. It was actually quiet and had a great ambience. I liked it. Note to self, weekday outings are heavenly.
So while munching and drinking away, the conversation steered into my younger years. Us both actually because we do everything together. The last two years have changed me a whole damn lot. I’m now in my early thirties ( no children nor am I married), and needless to say, my priorities and the way I think has changed alot.
In my twenties, I could take on the world I had a full-on stressful corporate job ( that felt like a 12 hour shift everyday instead of the standard 9-5), and I still managed to socialize and turn up couple nights out of any week. Looking back now, I’m still at a lost of words. I don’t know how the hell I did all that. If I even remotely try and pull that ish off now, I’d definitely be achy and under the weather the next day. Staying up past a certain time these days are the real struggle. I know I’m not alone. Can I get a hallelujah?
Now, I’ve been so comfortable with my own company. I’m content with the occasional dinner out with close friends or even binge watching one of the many shows I’m completely in love with ( we can discuss this in another post) . I say this to say, I’m handing over the never home, everyone knows your name, party girl torch to the younger girls of this generation. Let me know if you can relate to this post and comment below. Until next time.