This is my symphony

Today marks the first day of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge.  The challenge begins with A on April 1 and continues the alphabet throughout the month, except on Sundays. My theme for the month will be this blog’s tagline: life, books, and all things bookish. So you can expect a little bit of this ‘n that. I’m still reading, though, so I’ll add reviews whenever possible. Thirty days of blogging is a huge commitment for me, but I’m looking forward to meeting and greeting new blog friends.

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I’m guessing most of us have seen the I-can’t-adult-today-don’t-make-me or adulting-is-hard memes that pop up on Facebook or Instagram. And let’s face it, although they may sound a bit whiny, I sure can relate. I’m tired of my 5 A.M. wakeys and weekends grading papers. Eating healthfully can be boring. (Anyone care for some delicious broccoli quinoa bites?) My house payment sure would buy a whole lot of clothes or a nice vacation.

It is rather amusing that what millions of sixteen-year-olds long for seems like a terrible idea after ten or twenty (or forty!) years of responsibility.

But flip that adulting idea on its head for a minute. Never mind the complaining. Forget the grumbling.

I’m done with adulting so I can wear sensible Olive Oyl shoes because being comfortable is more important than looking fashionable. I’m done with adulting so I can laugh with my students when they try to explain naughty lyrics to me as gently as possible–because through my eyes they sometimes see a celebrity’s silliness without me saying a word. I am done adulting so I can count a candybar as lunch and not worry because, after all, I’m really saving calories by only eating 260 for my “meal”. I’m done adulting when I bump-and-grind old school at line dancing because a little stompin’ and steppin’ is a whole lot classier than twerkin’ and doing the nae nae. I’m done with adulting when I talk to the geese at the park because, let’s face it–we’re all God’s creatures and on some level, they must understand. Right? I’m done with adulting so I can hit sticks on the sidewalk with my year-and-a-half grandson because … well, what else are sticks for, if not for smacking on the concrete?

So I won’t be adulting today, thank you very much. I’ve got a million things to do.