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Being An Adult

My favorite thing about being an adult — about having a nice home to live in and an amazing-and-wonderful-and-often-super-difficult job and a loving/working marriage and debt that I pay on time — is that I get to self-determine what my grown-up life looks like. Being able to choose to do (and yes, even to buy) silly shit without remorse or self-recrimination is my greatest reward for being a grown up; being able to trust that it’s okay to like the things I like and to not worry about whether they’re appropriate or acceptable is one of the best feelings in the world.

— Lesley Kinzel at XOJane

“Now that you’re an adult, take refuge in the fact that some things are beyond your control. You owe it to yourself to steer clear of people who are harmful to your health.”

― Andrea LavinthalYour So-Called Life: A Guide to Boys, Body Issues, and Other Big-Girl Drama You Thought You Would Have Figured Out by Now

“Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.”
― Dr. Seuss

5 responses to “Being An Adult”

  1. Similar? “Power is the ability not to have to please.” – Elizabeth Janeway

  2. I often don’t feel like a functioning adult. I don’t think I ever learned how to be one. I have a full time job and I have a home, though many things don’t work in it. I have OCD which in part manifests as hoarding disorder (objects, not animals.) I try to work at it, but sometimes it seems insurmountable. And as far as having a healthy relationship, I realized about 10 years ago that due to my mental health issues, that’s probably impossible for me. I get involved with people that are completely wrong for me because I’m attracted to damaged goods. At this stage of my life, it’s really not worth trying to repair that because I really don’t want a relationship, and I’m pretty much okay with that.
    I try to be an adult in the ways that it’s important to be one. I figure the fact that I’m still alive in spite of all my issues means I must have done something right.

  3. What if you never make enough money to feel like an adult?

    I never felt that sense of “freedom” and “choice” they laid out to me, even while working where survival just seemed so hard.

    I tend to think this is life for the upper classes, it’s not my reality as I have talked about on my blog many times.

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Former software tester, now retired heart patient having fun and working on building endurance and strength. See also About page.

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