I love that we have begun using “adult” as a verb. Take note of this definition from Urban Dictionary:
Adulting (v): to do grown up things and hold responsibilities such as, a 9-5 job, a mortgage/rent, a car payment, or anything else that makes one think of grown ups.
Used in a sentence: Jane is adulting quite well today as she is on time for work promptly at 8am and appears well groomed.
Here’s the thing: I think I’m actually moving backwards. Regressing. Retreating. Re…childing. Is that a thing? Maybe I’m not adulting anymore. Maybe I’m childing. I feel more like a child today than I ever have. As the old saying goes…the proof is in the pudding.
Here’s my pudding.
College Michelle – worked full time, didn’t drink, didn’t sleep around, was in a serious, committed relationship, managed a 4.0 most of the time, had an apartment, a car payment and a dog, showed up for my 8 am classes smelling and looking good
“Adult” Michelle – works random part time jobs, drinks a little most times, drinks a lot sometimes, flirts all the time (my husband is aware), doesn’t really pay any bills, spends her time writing angry poetry, spends her time working on a novel, goes to the bus stop in pajamas with crazy bed head and is obsessed with running
What the hell happened? Did I adult too young? I think the answer is yes. I didn’t have the typical college experience. Not to say that everyone has to go out and get rowdy to have a good time in college, but, the truth of the matter is, I love to get rowdy. So why didn’t I? I don’t know how to answer that.
Why have I reverted now? Well, I’m sure that question is best answered by my therapist, but maybe I feel like I missed out on something. I didn’t indulge in the selfish behavior one is supposed to indulge in during their 20s so they can get it out of their system.
Perhaps my “childing” is a result of feeling like I never got to be selfish. The problem is….I have kids, and a husband. I really can’t afford to be really selfish. So, I take my selfishness where I can get it. I write, I run, I drink, I flirt. And I try to balance it all with taking care of my family.
These are all total random thoughts brought on by a conversation I had with a friend this morning about sleeping in. They said,”I had my fair share of sleeping in days.” My first thought was I didn’t. I never did. I was responsible. So, today perhaps I will lay in bed, watch movies, nap, eat nachos.
That would be childing 101….hiding in bed to avoid whatever it is I’m trying to avoid. Alas, there are things to be done. So maybe I will write and lay in bed before I run.
I need a new verb. I’m not adulting yet I can’t fully child. Any suggestions?