A reflection on Adulting

Adulting is..

Holding back when you know you are right..but want to avoid unnecessary confrontation and conflict with difficult people.

Paying bills and learning how to save money for the future…by collecting points…buying shares..investments…salary sacrifice…caring about your superannuation.

Enduring difficult circumstances, because you need the experience, money, and know it’s temporary.

Learning how to eat right and not just eat what you feel like (i.e. Maccas every day).

Making exercise a priority and not just an option for when you are free.

Working hard when no one is looking because it aligns with your own values and no one forced you to.

Writing emails in a professional manner, because you need to sound like an ‘adult’

Throwing away those young hipster clothes…coz you gotta look professional now..

Encouraging others, even when you so deeply crave encouragement yourself.

Making time for those important to you, when you barely even have time to sleep or look after yourself.

Enjoying the simple pleasures in life…

Finding that doing chores is therapeutic… like cleaning the room…folding laundry…washing clothes..ironing them wrinkles…washing those dirty plates and making them clean.

Realise you need to take breaks, spend money, go on holidays, do NOTHING sometimes.

Realising you are still the same kid you were..but you gotta pretend you are an adult and also realising you parents are just kids that are older than you.

Finding out you can’t have it all at the same time. But that things come in seasons, periods, and there is a time for everything.

Finally understanding that adulting doesn’t meaning ending up where your parents are and doing what they did.

Nostalgic

Today I went to eat a pie. I can’t remember when was the last time I bought a pie from a cafe..? First and last time this year? Maybe. Waves of nostalgia rippled through me…memories came back from when I first finished high school and started working in my first ever part-time job as a waitress in a cafe. I started my love of coffee and my hate for this brand of cakes from then. Duties included heating up pies, pasties, sausage rolls, quiches… ¬†we sold cakes, sandwiches, iced coffees, milkshakes…It was a fast-paced…there were lots of oldies that frequented the cafe on the days I work…the owners were family friends…and most of the co-workers were nice. I spent three years there…

Eating a pie brought back memories of my kind boss, so I sent her a message asking about her kids and so forth.

Isn’t it strange how small things like this can bring back memories of the past? I feel so old right now! It’s strange how memories from 10 years ago feel like a lifetime ago.

We almost are in 2020…What things do you want to squeeze in before 2019 is over?