Today’s Daily Prompt is to talk about the first time I actually felt like an adult. After reading some other posts, I realized that maybe I was a late bloomer. Some people are writing they felt like an adult when they were teens, or even younger. Sure there were times I felt like more of an adult than other people around me. My parents tried to treat me like one I think. I went to the “adults only” church conference when I was 17.
I guess the first time I really felt like an adult was when I started my very first fulltime job with insurance and everything. I was 24, almost 25. I think.
The truth is that I’m really a person of all ages. I’m not really grown up enough to take EVERYthing seriously, but I’m grown up enough to know when something calls for my serious face. I’m the 5-year-old who can’t really color inside the lines (still); I don’t even try to draw beyond a 1st grade level, and I’m ok with that. I’m the 13-year-old who is defiant and stubborn. I’m the 19-year-old who is crazy in love. I’m the 25-year-old who’s ready to start life and the 30-year-old about to actually live it. I’m the 45-year-old that wants to buy a new car to make myself feel better. And the 60-year-old who would rather retire and travel the world. I’m the 80-year-old who uses a kettle instead of the microwave to make a cup of tea.
Feeling like a grown up? Subject to change.