I saw a meme the other day that said,
"Being an adult is just saying, 'yeah, but after this week things should slow down' until you die."
I laughed out loud, and then became very sad, because it's so true these days. Can I get an amen?
To be honest with you, when life gets busy, it's my bf that gets the short end of the stick. I feel like I'm always saying, "Sorry babe, I'm just so busy!"
We needed a date night. Tuesday was it, and it was my bf's turn to plan it.
I did not expect what was coming next. He wouldn't tell me what we were doing or where we were going, just that I needed to wear 'yoga pants or something.'
Reassuring, right? But it was date night, so I showered...
AND DID MY HAIR.
We arrived and parked near a local kickboxing gym and I was FREAKING OUT. I did my hair. Washed it, dried it, straightened it. All to get sweaty kickboxing....ladies, you feel me.
But we did not go kickboxing...we went rock climbing.
Have I mentioned I am terrified of heights? Like never been on a rollercoaster, scared of heights.
Good news, I SURVIVED!
I had one (maybe two) very minor freakout(s) at 15ft in the air and thanks to some sweet coaching from my bf, I am still alive.
I would never have picked rock climbing, but we ended up having a great time.