Really? I don’t know about that. But that was the chorus and title to a song by The Pursuit of Happiness (some ’80s band I never heard of) that was on the radio yesterday morning while I wrote this blog. Here are some of the lyrics:
I can sleep in till noon any time I want
Though there’s not many days that I do
Gotta get up and take on that world
When you’re an adult, it’s no cliche, it’s the truth
‘Cause I’m an adult now
I’m an adult now
I’ve got the problems of an adult
On my head and on my shoulders
I’m an adult now
The song was actaully kinda lame, but it got me thinking about my life, of course. When did I grow up? I think it happened sometime between graduating college and the last two months. Little by little, so I didn’t even notice it.
This weekend I was in Richmond, visiting friends. Bingy and her fiance just bought and moved into their first house — yes a real, grownup house that is so adorable I could cry — and I realized just how deep into the world of adults I am. On my fridge I have invitations to a baby shower, a wedding save-the-date and two wedding announcements. Houses! Weddings! Babies! Oh my. The fact that I am eons from ever reaching those milestones brings me both a wave of relief and a sting of panic.
Because even if I’m nowhere ready to settle down, I still want to eventually. And the fact that it will likely be years, if not longer, before I actually do… scares me.
As I sit here eating the lunch of a four year old (PB&J, blue raspberry flavored Kool-Aid Jammers, Doritos and a pear), I realize that despite my food choices, I’m pretty close to full-blown adulthood. I may not be ready to settle down, but I am a perfectly capable, independent woman (all the honeys who makin’ money, throw your hands up at me) who can take pretty damn good care of herself.
So, yeah, I guess I am an adult now. Damn it.
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