I Don’t Know How to Adult, and At This Point I’m Too Afraid to Ask

Adulting (noun): The practice of behaving in a way characteristic of a responsible adult, especially the accomplishment of mundane but necessary tasks. (According to Google Dictionary)

I’m a few years into adulthood, and I think it would be accurate to assume most other adults don’t know what they’re doing either… at least in early adulthood. “Fake it til’ you make it” seems to be the motto these days. I don’t enjoy doing most things adults have to do: getting the oil changed in my car, scheduling appointments, going to the dentist, figuring out which fruit is ripe at the grocery store, etc. I do enjoy doing some things: having freedom to schedule my own days, eating ice cream for breakfast, buying things for my own home and incorporating my personal style into my space… things like that!

Cleaning the dishwasher is one of those tasks that I didn’t realize was in the fine print when I signed up for this adulting gig. I just thought you put the dishes into this machine and they come out clean… it’s as simple as that! Uh, no. I realized quickly into adulthood that your dishes are only as clean as your dishwasher. Committing one cycle to run through with an empty dishwasher insures a long lasting and effective appliance. I should probably aim to clean the dishwasher once every other month, or at least once a season.

Being an adult means that I could get in my own car and drive myself to get a milkshake literally whenever I wanted, and honestly that’s too much power for me to handle. Early on in adulthood, like the first year or so living apart from my parents, I was so excited that I could buy all the ice cream or candy whenever I wanted. And I could eat it whenever I wanted, too! I am ashamed to admit that I have spent a few mornings eating ice cream, leftover pad thai, or leftover pizza for breakfast. I don’t do that anymore, mom! I think the novelty of it wore off shortly after and now I enjoy the treats in moderation. Now I have two scrambled eggs, an avocado, and sometimes bacon for breakfast. Ice cream will be for dessert after dinner.

The absolute worst part of adulthood in my opinion is scheduling appointments. I have always been terrible at that, ugh! Luckily I married someone who doesn’t mind doing that sort of thing, so most of my appointments have been scheduled by him. When our son was born, I was the one who had to schedule his check ups and doctor’s appointments. Oh boy, that was so nerve racking! Having jobs in the past that required me to answer phone calls helped me handle this fear. I was the person on the other end of the line so I know what goes on behind the scenes. I’m much more empathetic and patient now that I’ve had that job experience under my belt. I’m slowly making more phone calls and scheduling things on my own, but it’s still taking some time to fully get comfortable.

I’m not quite sure what the point of this rant today is… I guess I just started writing and Ia let the words take me where it was meant to go. Everyone has to go through a learning curve, a period of growth into adulthood. The timing of that maturing is different for everyone. In a way, I’m still learning how to “adult” properly. I call my mom many times to ask her how to function as an adult… I’ve asked her how to wash a cashmere sweater and how to get grease stains out of shirts. The process of adulting is long and tiring, and at times we feel inadequate or not confident in our decisions. I’m feeling some of that now. I take comfort in knowing that I’m not alone, and with time I will be a relatively successful adult.

3 thoughts on “I Don’t Know How to Adult, and At This Point I’m Too Afraid to Ask

  1. Desserts are only regarded as treats when you have them on occasion and not every day. And I am glad you don’t have ice cream or left over pad Thai for breakfast anymore. I am always thankful whenever you call me for anything.

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