As I sit (actually stand because my kitchen is too damn small) I am reminded that no one ever really told me that adulting would suck. Sure it has it’s awesome times, like when you are chatting it up with your little one, or hanging with friends that feel like you have known forever, but in reality adulting really sucks.

I remember being a child and looking out into the world. I remember knowing that it wasn’t going to be easy. I remember seeing my parents struggle and still keep everything together. I remember thinking that I did not want to be in the same situation when I was grown.

Reality is that every adult has the same thoughts for their child; always wanting to provide a better life for them then they may have had. Whether this means, they become richer than their parents or they find a way to have even a slightly better life for their children,

What they don’t tell you, is that childhood is the greatest time of our lives and it sets you up for the rest of your life. A lot of the childhood lessons don’t actually stop. They only attempt to prepare you for the craziness that will ensue once you become an adult. The law states that an adult is officially an “adult” at the age of majority; 18 years old. Really 18? 18 still seems too young. Especially since the current life span is an average of around 70-80 years old. Basic math tells us that the age of majority would then be 45 years old. So why the hell are we telling these children that they need to be grown and know everything at 18 or hell even 21? We graduate high school at 18, typically graduate college at 21 and then go on to “be a real adult.’

Success: Who the hell really knows?

But what the hell is “a real adult??” I would opine that no one really freaking knows. We grow up and are told that we need to be successful to “be a real adult;” however, no one ever really teaches us what success means. I would argue that this is because success is a subjective word that each person has their own definition of. Society tells us that to be successful we need to have lots of money, drive the newest cars and never have any worries in the world. But in reality, success is not defined by our outward possessions or how we may portray ourselves to others. Rather, success is achieving the position in life that makes us happy. Sure, we would like to have the nicest things and the biggest houses, and I have sure beaten myself up for not being able to provide more for my child. But honestly, my daughter is fed and clothed and has a roof over her head and for that I am grateful.