CCXLI: Much Ado About Nothing

Ugh. It is beyond autumn out there. I needed a scarf today and there was no end to the grey and rain.

That all being said, I thoroughly enjoyed today for a variety of reasons, first and foremost having the company of Smeek and Jack as we watched Much Ado About Nothing at Bard on the Beach. The ironic thing was that last time Smeek and I went to Bard (a couple of weeks ago), she mentioned how lucky we were that we never encountered bad weather. How fitting that we should today!

The play was a joy to watch; the actor who played Benedick brought excellent comedic timing and a thoroughly amusing portrayal of a man too proud and witty to need a wife; his acting counterpart who played Beatrice was her usual outstanding self as well.

After the play, we met up with our friends Bunny and Darren for pie and chai at Aphrodite's Café (no hyperlinking this time because I will not promote going there unless you want overpriced, ultra-rich pie and a waitress who rushes you out for no reason!) I was just happy to get to sit and chat with my friends whom I don't get to see very often.

I also realized that both of these couples are most likely headed for marriage at some point--likely within the next five years--and it made me happy for them to have found each other, while also startling me as I still don't feel like I am of an age in which marriage is an option. Sometimes I feel like I am still sixteen, and when someone asks how old I am, I cannot automatically answer. When Smeek mentioned that we'll be twenty-five next year, I felt utter disbelief.

25 is a momentous age marking the start of mid-twenties and thus an end to childish ways. It's a time when you grab the reins of your life and holler "Full speed ahead!", knowing full well which direction you seek. A time when you start proving to the world why you matter, how you fit in and how you stand out. A time I am not ready for.

But that will be next year. For the rest of this year, I will continue to sit under the clouds of indecision amidst an airy climate of uncertainty, soaking up the rain in a pair of idly restless boots.