Adulting. I hate it. It gives me much angst. Adulting is that stuff that requires you to make decisions, and arrangements, and almost always involves a financial output. Adulting is not working, paying bills, purchasing and preparing food, or every day responsibilities. That stuff is the cycle of life and every able bodied and minded person over the age of 20 should be able to do that.
No, adulting is when the check engine light comes on, adulting is finding the contents of the water heater all over the floor, adulting it walking with your child to the neighbors to discuss the throwing of stones, adulting is ensuring your teeth are with you for as long as possible, adulting is your dog with an oozing wound, adulting is finding a lump. It is annoying and it interrupts your cycle of life.
My parents adulted very well. They did not; however, teach adulting to their children. While you can do some learning by watching an example adulting needs to be discussed, examined, and taught. I think this lack of training is why adulting give me so much angst. I never know if I'm on the right track. Hey, but maybe no one knows. Maybe we are all faking it. All I know is I don't want to be like my siblings who won't even give adulting a try.
The Fine Print: It is Friday so toss that adulting stuff to the side and embrace your inner child instead. Unless of course your check engine light is on, your kid or pet is sick, or your household appliances are on the blink. In which case, happy adulting to you! Stamps by Stampin' Up "From the Herd" and rectangle frame by Sizzix.