Adulting…What Does That Even Mean?

“Grow up!!!”

“I’m done adulting for the day.”

“Act your age!”

We have all heard these or similar phrases in different seasons of our lives. Society says that at a particular age we should be living life a certain way. This was especially true back in the day. My parents and their parents before them were expected to marry young, have kids right away and settle into “adulthood”. Were they even ready for it?

I know Ozzie and Harriet and Ward and June made it look so easy on television every week, but was it possible to make it work in real life? Did women really vacuum in heels and pearls? Did they have martinis waiting for their husbands every night because they liked them or because they knew they weren’t ready for the responsibility that life was throwing at them? I mean, they made mother’s little helpers for a reason, right?

Don’t get me wrong, there are some people who are totally ready to do the grown-up thing. Get married, have the mortgage, raise the kids, start that retirement fund, all in their early 20’s, but there are some who either need a little more time to get it together or they don’t want kind of lifestyle at all.

I am one of those people. I never wanted the “conventional” life. Get married? Have kids? Nope, that was never on my radar. I wanted to meet a nice guy and spend the rest of my life with him, but I never set out looking for him. I let my life unfold without any real direction and it has worked out for me. I finally settled down in one place and met my guy at the age of 42. My sister says I am Peter Pan, and I will never grow up, but I think adulting is different for everybody.

What even happens when you hit “that age”? Do I have to change what I wear, where I go and what I eat? Well, maybe the foods do need a little change depending on health, but that’s about it. But all of a sudden, I need to stop wearing high tops, painting my fingernails black and drinking Yoohoo? Nope, not going to happen, if I have to give up my Fruity Pebbles, then I guess I will stay a kid forever.

But thankfully, things have changed, and each generation has eased up and tweaked the definition of adulthood slightly. So, what does it mean now? Well, to me being an adult is simply taking responsibility. Do you work? Do a good job. Do you have bills? Pay them the best you can and don’t fall behind. Have a family? Take care of them. Are you a free spirit who couch surfs around the country and blogs about it? Cool, get your posts done on time. Whatever being a grown up means to you, make sure you do it right for you.

***Question for the comments…what does being an adult mean to you? Is it a certain age? A state of mind? Certain responsibilities?

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Hi, I'm Tracie. I am a writer, reader, life coach, lover of the city and the beach. I am a big fan of all things caffeinated. I dig things from many different decades, but am a definite child of the 80's. My blog is about everything and anything my mind conjures up. Enjoy the ride.

4 thoughts on “Adulting…What Does That Even Mean?

  1. First of all, being an adult does NOT mean using nouns as verbs (adulting, gifting, etc. 🙄). I was the one who always wanted to be married with a few kids. Got married at barely 22,bought the house 2 and a half years later and baby #1, showed up 2 years after that. Had the dog and the cat. I worked, but stayed home when the kids came. I worked sporadically, but my favorite time was being a stay at home mommy and housewife. When Baby #2 was in school and I started working real estate and she asked me to stay home, I thought THANK GOD!
    As far as 50’s TV moms went, June only wore heels all the time because she had a scar on her neck, so she wore pearls to cover it up. Couldn’t wear pearls with pants, hence the dresses and heels. Donna Reed cleaned in pants and crappy clothes.
    Ok Peter Pan…if you haven’t “grown up” by 52, you ain’t gonna. Fine by me. Two sides of the same coin and all that.

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