I thought growing up would be different. I thought that I would know stuff and be mature about things and know how to handle social situations that are tricky. I thought that I would have all the answers for my kids and that it would be easy to handle all the roles I would take on; mother, wife, friend, neighbor, homemaker....
I read blogs written by women who seem to have it all together. They blog about the revelations they recieve teaching them how to organize their cleaning schedule, the fun crafts they do with their kids in between meals and cleaning and running kids to and from different activities, the amazing gourmet meals and monthly menus that they consistently create, and of course the decorating and crafting that make their homes gorgeous and organized and, with the new cleaning schedule, clean.
I, on the other hand, have resolved to stop reading blogs. Except for the rants that I publish myself, I don't need that kind of encouragement!
Are these women for real, or do they just fake it online? Because I cannot figure out they grew up so well. How did they become such good adults? How did they figure life out and master it so completely, when I seem to flounder at every task?
So, I have decided to redefine adulthood. Adulthood is no longer the period of time in your life when you have mastered yourself and become who you always knew you would be. Instead, adulthood is the period of time when you learn how to improvise really well and continue your search for identity in a more hands on enviornment, all the while pretending to those around you that you know exactly who you are and what you are doing!
I have a feeling everyone else figured this out long before I did. And someone probably already blogged about it!
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