Just when I think I’ve figured this adult thing out, life takes a turn and things get 100 times more complicating. I still haven’t flown the coup yet, and I’m still not 100% independent yet. In fact, I don’t think I’m even close to being 50%. Nonetheless, I still feel a small portion of the stress being a grown has given me….and it sucks.
What’s crazy is that majority of the stress I’m feeling isn’t even my own. It’s overwhelming, and I can’t imagine how I would feel if that stress were indeed mine. I guess I’m pretty lucky. Still…reality bites ( I completely understand the full meaning of that movie title now).
I’m still pretty naive to the whole adulthood thing. I don’t know what it’s like to live on my own or the process of paying bills or rent. Just between me and you guys, I just now learned how I can get my very own checkbook (still don’t have one yet though…shocker). It’s still all so new to me, and as the people around me start learning how to live in the real world, all I can really do is watch until I grow my very own wings and fly.
Who knew growing up could be such a scary experience, yet have so many wonderful things things happen all in one instance?
I’m a little wigged out about the idea of me being a certified adult. I mean, when I’m asked things I’m supposed to know, I’m completely lost. Don’t even get me started on taxes, but I haven’t met a person yet who completely understands that madness, so maybe I’m not such a lost cause.