I'm 27. I'm not old, I'm not incredibly young.......okay I'm kind of young........and I am as lost as ever. I have a BA in music (go ahead, judge -- I judge me) and an MBA, my 9-5 is working as a grants coordinator, and I'm a musician. Some days I feel accomplished and other days I feel like I'm wasting oxygen. Regardless, I'm an "adult," or so I've been told.
The term "adulting" has been thrown around for quite some time now. I found it entertaining when I first heard "adult" being used as a verb. It's definitely become a staple word in my everyday vernacular. But the more I think about "adulting," the more I realize that I am 27 and still don't feel like a true adult.
According to Urban Dictionary, I am indeed an adult:
Adulting (v): to do grown up things and hold responsibilities such as, a 9-5 job, a mortgage/rent, a car payment, or anything else that makes one think of grown ups.
According to Mirriam-Webster:
- fully grown and developed
- mature and sensible : not childish
I suppose I'm "fully grown and developed," and I would like to think I'm a fairly sensible person, and have actually always been considered mature by most. But you get to that part of the Mirriam-Webster definition that says "not childish" and I know that that is undoubtedly false about myself. I am incredibly childish, which I know sort of contradicts my claim to be mature, but I feel these things can be separate. I can certainly compose myself in a mature way in the majority of situations. However.........the word "butt" somehow became freaking hilarious to me again, in my late twenties, when that ship had initially sailed sometime in elementary. Maybe the reality is that I was mature for my age in high school, and have regressed since then. This is highly likely. I'll own it.
Booping? Also hilarious. Not a day goes by where I don't boop my boyfriend. Judge me all you want, but try booping someone on the nose and actually saying in a high pitched voice, "boop," and try not to laugh.
Alcohol is technically a form of "adulting," since you are supposed to be 21 in order to consume it. But I suppose it's also the opposite of being an adult when you don't drink responsibly. I have done my fair share of partying, and probably somebody else's as well. I'd be lying if I said I don't party anymore, but I don't party as often and I drink higher quality stuff......generally. That alone makes me more of an adult, right? I am economical, so I rock the Old Crow and diet root beer more often than I'd care to admit, but when I can afford it I immediately reach for Jameson and good bourbon. Why? Because I'm an adult, dammit.
I'm going to make myself sound like a complete lush here.........but when you work a 9-5 in a field that you never expected to end up in (at a place you swore you'd never step foot in again), you're considered to be highly educated but make less money than most people who stopped after high school, everyone around you is married and/or having babies, and you want to decompress..........whether it's a Tuesday or a Saturday, hand me the Jameson, Bulleit, Knob Creek, cabernet, or hell, even Old Crow. At least I have good friends and an awesome boyfriend to share it with me. This is adulting.
I'm an "adult," or so I've been told. I do "adult" things, I have an "adult" job, I pay bills, and I drink bourbon and wine. I have great friends and family, an amazing husband, and generally a pretty good life. I have achieved many things, yet so little at the same time. I'm 30, yet I feel more clueless than when I graduated college. This is how I "adult."