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.
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.
6 thoughts on “I'm done adulting …”
Laurie I love your post. I am retired now and I love taking moments to ‘be done adulting’ when I spend time with young 2 and 3 year old relatives. They are such fun. We all still have ‘a child’ within!
The older I get, the more I need to let go of all of those “musts” and “shoulds”–I’m looking at retirement in a couple years when I’ll be able to leave even more of my adulting behind 🙂
I didn’t adult yesterday. I got up from the dinner table, picked up the grands and went for ice cream!
Interestingly children cannot get up from the table and go for ice cream, adults think they can’t because they are supposed to behave in responsible ways, but really they are totally free to. The older I get the more I realise being a grown up frees me from all the things that constrain and contort the lives of the young. I’d rather be an adult any day.
You are correct, Martine 🙂 My point exactly–but oftentimes we adults forget that and are too hemmed in by the “shoulds” of life. Kids, not so much!