During my teens/early 20's I was waiting for this magical moment of when I would "feel" like an adult. That never really happened.
Tried to rush it too, married at 18, moved out, bought a horse, had a big girl job. First manager job was at 19... very grown-uppy, right?
At 23 we moved to Germany, made some good decisions and some bad ones, the crash course of unsupervised pure adult decision making. Hahaha! It was a good time, really. Life lessons and such. We moved around a lot, husband and I.
Now I'm 36... 29... whichever... age feels subjective. Sometimes I feel 12 when I'm being petty or 85 after a day of dirt digging.
We've returned to our home city, bought property and planted roots. We're not doing kids, they're great and all, I love visiting with them and talking to the ones with words... banter and humor. I love to make their cute little faces squish up when trying to understand what I'm saying as I throw big words to a 4 year old who's more used to baby talk and words with 3 letters. Or asking questions of an 8 year old to gain some wisdom.
We're kept pretty busy with the assortment of critters we've saddled ourselves with, along with keeping the little patch of land tended and this old house maintained.
Work wants to promote me again. Last time I declined. It's those moments when you're with other adults that you realize you are indeed a grown-up. Expectations are placed on you, responsibilities added on, decisions to be made. Accountable for yourself and potentially accountable for other people too. Other people who are supposed to be grown-ups themselves. Or you're a parent and you're accountable to/for these little adults in the making for a LONG time.
A couple of birthdays ago husband and I coined this nonsense of giving each other a high-five and saying "Because we're adults" when we do something more child like than adult like. I decided for that birthday I needed a proper cake and swimming pool. So we went out, bought a "swim puddle", a 3 layer German Chocolate cake and Butter Pecan icecream, then went home and set that pool up. That's when we realized it was going to take a full day and a half to fill. Lack luster ending to the day, sitting in the lawn chairs watching the hose swirl around in 2 inches of water. We high-fived anyways, 'cause we were grown ups making silly decisions. And who doesn't set up a pool at the end of August to use for like a month? HAha
We have this barn full of poultry, more than we NEED, to be sure. I have 65 eggs due to hatch soon, just in time for Winter. Besides my husband and some other goofy grown-up wanna-be's, my best friend is a Turkey.
But hey, we're adults! *high-five*
Husband has been doing this prank on me where he suddenly says "Here, catch!" and tosses a raw egg at me. Sometimes he fancies himself a comedian.
I hard boiled a dozen eggs for the dogs and left them in a bowl on the counter for later, next to the dozen fresh eggs in their carton. Feeling inspired, I swapped them and put the hard boiled eggs in the carton and the fresh in the bowl... then patiently waited until dog dinner time.
His method for opening the boiled eggs for the dogs? Smashing them on the counter top.
LOL
He didn't return my high-five offer after he smashed that 1st raw egg.
And work wants to put me in charge of stuff. Course, we're prone to throwing hi-liters at people with bad ideas during meetings. Everyone thinks we're in those meetings being grown-ups, making decisions, planning for the future, talking business and strategy... when in reality there may be 7 yellow hi-liters sailing through the air when someone suggests we bring back the ice cream machine for the break room.
Being a grown-up... it's fun until it isn't and then you have to find the fun again. Stumbling around through life trying to make good decisions and treating the rest of it as the learning experience that it was... hopefully without screwing it up too badly.
It seems the 30's are the "If I had only known" phase of it. Looking at things differently than 10-15 years ago. I bet it's gonna happen again here in another 10 years. Can't dwell on the coulda-woulda-shoulda, just have to keep plowing forward through the life experience.
Trying to go about it with a self-awareness that may thwart a mid life crisis. We'll see what happens!
Still not sure what I want to be when I grow up. I've just been putting myself into places with options and then seeing how those pan out. It's working?
It still feels weird though, when you're with a group of grown ups and some situation or crisis arises and everyone looks around and picks you out as the one to fix it. What? Me? The one with jokes and chicken themed day dreams? This is now my circus and you all are my clowns? UGH... *puts on grown-up hat*... fixes issue... high-fives all around.
Sometimes I think all it is, is taking ownership. What ever you do, OWN it, whether it's being a grown up or goofing off. With ownership comes confidence and with confidence comes respect, with respect comes options, with options positive change/growth can result. While recognizing that the line of success is very squiggly, up, down and sideways... since you're still just barreling through one day at a time like everyone else is, and lord only knows what things will pop out and blind side you... good or bad.
The look on husband's face when he realized that egg was raw. Worth it!
There's no real point to this thread, so feel free to respond with your own "Cause we're adults!" moments of childish nonsense. That might make for some fun reading!
Tried to rush it too, married at 18, moved out, bought a horse, had a big girl job. First manager job was at 19... very grown-uppy, right?
At 23 we moved to Germany, made some good decisions and some bad ones, the crash course of unsupervised pure adult decision making. Hahaha! It was a good time, really. Life lessons and such. We moved around a lot, husband and I.
Now I'm 36... 29... whichever... age feels subjective. Sometimes I feel 12 when I'm being petty or 85 after a day of dirt digging.
We've returned to our home city, bought property and planted roots. We're not doing kids, they're great and all, I love visiting with them and talking to the ones with words... banter and humor. I love to make their cute little faces squish up when trying to understand what I'm saying as I throw big words to a 4 year old who's more used to baby talk and words with 3 letters. Or asking questions of an 8 year old to gain some wisdom.
We're kept pretty busy with the assortment of critters we've saddled ourselves with, along with keeping the little patch of land tended and this old house maintained.
Work wants to promote me again. Last time I declined. It's those moments when you're with other adults that you realize you are indeed a grown-up. Expectations are placed on you, responsibilities added on, decisions to be made. Accountable for yourself and potentially accountable for other people too. Other people who are supposed to be grown-ups themselves. Or you're a parent and you're accountable to/for these little adults in the making for a LONG time.
A couple of birthdays ago husband and I coined this nonsense of giving each other a high-five and saying "Because we're adults" when we do something more child like than adult like. I decided for that birthday I needed a proper cake and swimming pool. So we went out, bought a "swim puddle", a 3 layer German Chocolate cake and Butter Pecan icecream, then went home and set that pool up. That's when we realized it was going to take a full day and a half to fill. Lack luster ending to the day, sitting in the lawn chairs watching the hose swirl around in 2 inches of water. We high-fived anyways, 'cause we were grown ups making silly decisions. And who doesn't set up a pool at the end of August to use for like a month? HAha
We have this barn full of poultry, more than we NEED, to be sure. I have 65 eggs due to hatch soon, just in time for Winter. Besides my husband and some other goofy grown-up wanna-be's, my best friend is a Turkey.
But hey, we're adults! *high-five*
Husband has been doing this prank on me where he suddenly says "Here, catch!" and tosses a raw egg at me. Sometimes he fancies himself a comedian.
I hard boiled a dozen eggs for the dogs and left them in a bowl on the counter for later, next to the dozen fresh eggs in their carton. Feeling inspired, I swapped them and put the hard boiled eggs in the carton and the fresh in the bowl... then patiently waited until dog dinner time.
His method for opening the boiled eggs for the dogs? Smashing them on the counter top.
LOL
He didn't return my high-five offer after he smashed that 1st raw egg.
And work wants to put me in charge of stuff. Course, we're prone to throwing hi-liters at people with bad ideas during meetings. Everyone thinks we're in those meetings being grown-ups, making decisions, planning for the future, talking business and strategy... when in reality there may be 7 yellow hi-liters sailing through the air when someone suggests we bring back the ice cream machine for the break room.
Being a grown-up... it's fun until it isn't and then you have to find the fun again. Stumbling around through life trying to make good decisions and treating the rest of it as the learning experience that it was... hopefully without screwing it up too badly.
It seems the 30's are the "If I had only known" phase of it. Looking at things differently than 10-15 years ago. I bet it's gonna happen again here in another 10 years. Can't dwell on the coulda-woulda-shoulda, just have to keep plowing forward through the life experience.
Trying to go about it with a self-awareness that may thwart a mid life crisis. We'll see what happens!
Still not sure what I want to be when I grow up. I've just been putting myself into places with options and then seeing how those pan out. It's working?
It still feels weird though, when you're with a group of grown ups and some situation or crisis arises and everyone looks around and picks you out as the one to fix it. What? Me? The one with jokes and chicken themed day dreams? This is now my circus and you all are my clowns? UGH... *puts on grown-up hat*... fixes issue... high-fives all around.
Sometimes I think all it is, is taking ownership. What ever you do, OWN it, whether it's being a grown up or goofing off. With ownership comes confidence and with confidence comes respect, with respect comes options, with options positive change/growth can result. While recognizing that the line of success is very squiggly, up, down and sideways... since you're still just barreling through one day at a time like everyone else is, and lord only knows what things will pop out and blind side you... good or bad.
The look on husband's face when he realized that egg was raw. Worth it!
There's no real point to this thread, so feel free to respond with your own "Cause we're adults!" moments of childish nonsense. That might make for some fun reading!
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