Guys, I hate the word “adulting.” I GET it, I FEEL it, but I hate using *that word* to DESCRIBE it.
Yes, making everything happen is hard, especially as more and more “adult” things get piled on our plates. But I don’t think using effed up baby-talk to express how frustrating it is and how vulnerable it makes us feel actually winds up making us feel any better. It just makes us into whiners.
To call it “adulting” belittles what it truly is, which is fucking BRAVERY and ACCOMPLISHMENT. Doing all those shitty, not fun, necessary, “adulting” things gets us further. It makes us better at taking on challenges. It makes us more confident when the next hard thing comes along. And there’s always a next hard thing.
I’m afraid of life getting more complicated. I’m frustrated by the length of my to do list. I have audibly groaned when picking up the pile of mail to find it full of bills. I’m terrified of anything that involves the word “insurance.” (Renters’, Health, Auto, WHAT NEXT?!) I don’t know how in the hell I’m going to pay for everything I need to in the immediate future. I’m working to jump start a business on my own, putting my trust into myself and my drive to get me where I want to be (which is uncharted territory for me). I’ve got places to be so that I don’t miss the important stuff happening in the lives of my loved ones. I’m feeling like a fucking bum while trying so hard to not resent myself for borrowing money to get myself through a rough patch. Yeah, man, “adulting” is hard. (stfu)
But, here’s the thing, I have to DEAL with that stuff. I have to take action. It’s the only way the list gets smaller, the only way to shrink the fear, the only way to shoot down those demon-tasks looming above me, trying to get me to cry into my coffee (and sometimes succeeding).
It sucks, but I won’t call it adulting. I WILL, however, call it what it is.
Being a badass. Being brave. Getting shit done. Rocking it out. Owning my responsibilities. Making it happen. Making magic. Creating a life. Being strong. Building my confidence.
The hard things are just going to keep coming as we grow. There’s no way around it, unless you have a super boring life. And I don’t what a super boring life. I mean, fuck that, am I right?