Adult...ing

Being an adult.

Its not as fun actually being one as it is thinking about being one while you are a kid.  As a child, with your youthful innocence and fairytale fantasies, you think money grows on trees, every adult comes with car included, and student loans only cause moans.  Not anxiety-filled-heart-stopping-stress.

Ahhh... to be a child.

Of course- there are perks to being an adult as well.  The "you must be this high to ride this ride" signs now only make us laugh, you can drive, and you can go onto the Disney website without your parents permission.

But still.

Although if we are being completely honest there is a great difference between being an Adult and an adult.

Did you see the difference?

One is adult-ing successfully.  One has passed the tests of adulthood.  They know how to cook, they aren't afraid of spelling words like "Beautification", "Transmitting", or "Auspicious" in public and without spell check.  They have graduated the University of Life and have earned their capitalized "A".

Then there is the "adult".  The one who is old enough to have their capitalized "A" but haven't quite found it in themselves to go to the University.  Preferring to stay in the local community college of life.  They are the ones who still laugh when someone says "weinersnitchel" or the phrase, "I do.  Do you?"

You "adults" know what I'm talking about.


I guess in the end, it just comes down to which kind of adult you are.  Are you an adult?  Or an ADULTIER adult?

Food for thought.

And the Moral of the Story is....

Do you guys like scary stories?  The kind that make those little hairs on the back of your neck stick straight up and make you feel like you are being watched?

Well this isn't one of those stories.

Unless you are antisocial.

So my story beings waaaaaay back when I was just a little girl.  Back then, I was a LOT more shy if you can believe it.  I know.  Crazy right?

Part of it stemmed from what I call my inbred "survival instinct".  You can't kill what you can't see right?

Of course, this was honed in further years as my mom had us so well trained as children, whenever someone would knock on our front door, my younger brother and I would drop what we were doing and with a finger on our lips slowly sink to the ground whispering, "shhhhhhhhhhhhh."  All the way down.

As time went on, it was further internalized as my mom would always have us go up to employees in stores when she had questions (a feat which to this day makes me uneasy by the way.  After all- if my mom didn't want to do it as a growd up- why on earth would I want to!)

And of course we almost ALWAYS screened phone calls.

For nearly 22 years I lived like that.  But having gotten home from the mission I have learned something absolutely crazy...

Phones CAN'T kill you!

Crazy right?


I was looking around myself just the other day realizing that the mission really did change me.  Before I left I really did have CRIPPLING social anxiety.  I lived in a very very isolated bubble of "safety" things that were familiar and not much else.  Now I can leave the house and make phone calls and be a grown up!

Its fantastic.


I guess the moral of this story is that while children "should be neither seen nor heard" adults should be seen and heard!  Although that leads to its own scary stories:

Have a  great week everyone!