Just yesterday<\/b> a nurse and I were reflecting on the passage of time, exclaiming that it was already the tenth of the month.<\/p>\n
Even as I spoke, I knew how very adult<\/i> I sounded, how old.<\/p>\n
“Time flies” the nurse said, “and it flies faster the older you are.”<\/p>\n
That was in way of warning.<\/p>\n
When did<\/b> I become an adult?<\/p>\n
When am I going to become an adult?<\/p>\n
Somehow I’ve managed to settle into those mundanities of adult life without attaining what I thought was the reality of adult life.<\/p>\n
The letters<\/strong> behind my name say I’m an adult, a professional. I have a career. Doctors take me seriously when I write recommendations. They consult me. Sometimes they even give me order-writing privileges. <\/p>\n Do they know that I’m not an adult inside?<\/p>\n The class that’s under my care says I’m an adult. I’m a Sunday School teacher, a believer entrusted with second and third-grader’s minds and hearts.<\/p>\n Do they know that I’m not an adult inside?<\/p>\n Somehow I<\/strong> thought that being an adult would mean I’d have everything figured out–or at least that my questions would move on to a more theoretical plane since the practicals would become easy.<\/p>\n Somehow I thought that being an adult would mean I’d want<\/i> to do the same thing day in and day out, and that I wouldn’t get bored. Somehow I thought I’d outgrow the hunger for novelty.<\/p>\n Somehow I thought that being an adult would mean it’d be easy to keep my room clean, to fold my laundry as soon as it comes out of the dryer, to do the dishes before they pile up beside the sink.<\/p>\n But somehow <\/strong>one side of adulthood has found me and the other eluded me.<\/p>\n It makes me wonder if “adult” is really all I made it out to be.<\/em> Maybe adulthood doesn’t mean keeping the house in tip-top shape all the time. Maybe adults just keep on working towards order when everything gets out of control.<\/p>\n Maybe adulthood doesn’t mean knowing all the answers. Maybe it means continuing on even when you don’t have all the answers.<\/p>\n Maybe the emotional roller-coaster never will stop. Maybe adults just pop and Dramamine and get down to business despite it.<\/p>\n I don’t know. <\/p>\n When do I become an adult?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Just yesterday a nurse and I were reflecting on the passage of time, exclaiming that it was already the tenth of the month. Even as I spoke, I knew how very adult I sounded, how old. “Time flies” the nurse said, “and it flies faster the older you are.” That was in way of warning. … Read more When do I become an adult?<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[21],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8603"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8603"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8603\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8603"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8603"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8603"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nMaybe adulthood<\/strong> doesn’t mean getting over the boredom. Maybe adults simply keep going despite the boredom. <\/p>\n