Growing up I always assumed that you became an adult overnight. Maybe the day you turn 21. You’re suddenly a completely different person to who you were the day before. You’d feel different, more responsible, more important, more knowledgeable. And you’d be taller. Because adults are taller.
I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve grown up yet, or maybe that day doesn’t actually exist. Either way I’ve never really felt like an adult. I have more responsibility and knowledge and bills, so many bills, but I still feel like a kid fumbling my way through life.
Sometimes though, I do things and half jokingly wonder if maybe I have reached the beginning of adulthood. Like the first time I bought plants for the garden, or the time I did the dishes on my birthday. Or when I bought 48 rolls of decent toilet paper because they were cheap. Or the other day when I was excited about buying a brand new fridge and washing machine.
I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like an adult, but I have to admit that it’s getting easier to pretend to be one.
Smiles and Sunshine