Signs that You’re Becoming Adultier
The government seems to waver between defining an adult as an 18 or a 21 year old. I think it’s far more complicated than that. Consider this meme.
This is what they mean when they say, “there are levels to this shit.” I’m a novice compared to these marriage licensed, baby pushing, homeowners out here, but I’m proud to say that I’ve come a long way. Here are some of my recent accomplishments:
- I make my bed in the morning. I used to have a philosophy that when I leave the bed in the morning, it’s just going to sit alone all day until I come home and re-populate it. Thus, there was no reason to walk repeatedly from one side of my bed to the other adjusting fitted sheets and pillows and comforters. This was a sound belief, but then I realized that making your bed makes your whole room look better. It’s like magic. So I compromised, I make my bed, but I don’t use flat sheets. Those things are still too complicated.
- I have three years of experience doing something. Whoa. There was a joke coming out of college that every job wanted you to have three years of experience despite school being your priority for your entire intelligent existence. Somehow I survived until I made it. Started from the bottom now we’re here.
- Chores are a part of my day planning. Nope, I no longer live wild and free and expect my fairy godmother to keep things washed and straightened. I am the maid. If there are dishes in the sink, I plan to wash them. If it’s Saturday morning, I’m probably going to vacuum the carpet. Who is going to keep my laundry basket from overflowing? Yep. That’s me!
- I feel obligated to people other than myself. Since I don’t have kids of my own, I still have plenty of freedom to do what I want, when I want. This doesn’t change the fact that there are people that do rely on me in some form. My parents, my nieces and nephews, my dogs, even my friends. There’s no planning my future without thinking about what I need to do to take care of my loved ones.
- I can relate to my parents! Back in the day, I could not understand why my mother came home from work every day and talked about nothing but work. It drove me up the wall. But then I found myself calling her to do just that, daily. Oh, and we talk about other things, like decisions she made when she was my age. Our conversations these days are less “do as I say, not as I do” and more “that shit’s crazy.”
- Flossing is fun. My social media network is gonna get sick of me talking about my damn water flosser, but I must say it again, I love it. Now that I have my own dental insurance and addressed cavities and wisdom teeth galore, I get to sit back and keep my teeth pretty. Instead of sighing in frustration at the many rules my dentist recommends for daily maintenance, I said, I’m gonna try this water flosser so I have the most bomb teeth on the planet. We’re best buds now.
- I financially plan and not just about how much money I want to make (all of it, obviously). I’ve had savings and checking accounts for ages, and recently this slimy bastard called ‘bills.’ But now I’m maximizing. How can I build my credit? How important is 401k match to me? Should I invest in stocks or bonds? What’s more is I actually read books in my free time related to these things. I never would’ve thunk it.
- I work on building habits for a better future. My things are getting up early, thanking God, hydrating, reading, and trying really hard not to eats carbs for every meal. It’s not a fad, it’s a lifestyle.
That’s all I’ve got for today. It’s a work in progress.