Worrisome part of growing up: reassuring a parent about his/her worries as opposed to vice versa. And consequently inching, ever inexorably, into a position of responsibility and accountability. Also, I don’t like being called ma’am.
Bright side of growing up: spontaneous adventures courtesy of Groupon. In other words, flying lesson. In other other words: I flew a plane for about an hour yesterday. Let me repeat that for you: I FLEW A PLANE ASDFJJDSF! Shoutout to Leo for being crazy enough to sign up for this with me. Watching tiny dots of light inch down the 101 and 405, zooming down Pacific Coast Highway as the sun begins to set, weaving in and out of LAX airspace (oops) with an exhilarating and addictive feeling of freedom. Unshackling myself from the chains of gravity? No other feeling like it.
Also, I was terrified half the time, but life is too short, right?
I’m gonna try getting a pilot’s license within the next five years. While we’re at it, I’m embarking on a personal writing project (stay tuned…no other details since I’d like to “underpromise and overdeliver”). I’d also like to change the world, but I think I’ll start smaller and work my way up. So let’s add be more patient and cultivate a higher tolerance for bullshit to the list instead.
