My Lip Gloss Be Poppin’

I bought my first real tube of lipstick the other day. ‘Real’ implying that, A. I didn’t get it from Target and B. It’s not a color reserved for wearing as part of a costume.

This little gold tube has had a profound impact on me. There is something about it that makes me feel instantly grown up and fiercely confident. As if signing a marriage license at 19, paying bills while going to school full time and doing mission work in various third world countries haven’t nudged me into adulthood enough. But seriously, its like I was looking in the mirror and realizing I am no longer ten years old. I’m no longer sitting on my grandma’s bathroom countertop applying some hideous shade of pink, pretending to be a lady. There is no pretending involved in this scenario. I have arrived.


Some other “grown-up” moments of mine include:

-When I wrote a check for $3000 to buy a car. Still hurts.

-When I had to kill a bat in my apartment

-When I asked for dishes for Christmas

-When I realized I didn’t have to “go home” at the end of the night

-When I was at book club drinking wine and talking about politics and Roth IRAs

What are some of your “grown-up” moments?

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