Good morning y’all,
I wrote sort of a heavy post yesterday, as I was frustrated trying to come up with a new blog topic and struggling with some personal things I’m dealing with in my own life. Thus, I would like to summarize my thoughts today in the form of a much lighter poem about adulting.
Please don’t take this post too seriously, as it’s meant to be comical.
Adulting
Job, job, where can I find you?
As the resumes fly here and there
I am looking for one, searching for one anywhere
At the store, in the morgue, oh job, you must be somewhere
Taxes, taxes, the next thing
Why must you be so confusing?
With your numbers and your fancy words
Your attempts to trip me up with your worth
College, college, when will you start?
In my gap semester, it’s already March
With the essays and the homework that I miss so much
Hopefully you’ll start soon, with any luck
Friends, friends, with too much to do
When will I be able to hang out with you?
With your classes, jobs, and miles away
When will you come back to hang?
TV, TV, my only hope
To get me through this crazy road
With your Netflix shows and weekly airings
As my life seems to be disappearing
I’ll get through it, oh yes I will
Yes, before I know it, I’ll be over the hill.
– By Courtney M.
Feel free to post this to your blog, just as long as you link back to 1timothy412girl.com!
I promise to get back to more substantial posts soon!😜
Day Eighteen: Something About My Shoes
1 Timothy 4:12 Girl 