For some reason I have chosen this moment.

I’m comparing myself to adulthood. I have no dependents and own nothing of great value; no house, no car, no children, no spouse.

I look into the next five years: I don’t see a house or a car, a marriage or a family.  But abstractly, in the future there are medical bills and tuitions, deaths, births?, plane tickets and U-haul trucks—all floating out there as un-nows but maybe-somedays AND THEY WILL COST ME SOMETHING.

And I’ve chosen this moment to worry that I won’t be ready.  12:09 on a Tuesday.  And, productive or unproductive, all I can think about is the number of margaritas I can consume in a single weekend and wonder what the dollar value of those drinks would be—plus interest—in 2014.


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