And it is a good one. It’s been a while since I have felt ‘good’ upon rising – but I do today | I feel a stirring in my belly to ‘get things done’ (and this might be helped along the way with an early morning drop off of a much needed hand sander by my bro-in-law | old telephone table overhaul HERE I COME)!
It’s a funny thing for me to think about being an ‘adult’. As an 18 year old (many a year ago now), I distinctly remember my father casually handing me a beer | as he would a mate | and then the shock I felt. He looked at me expectantly,
| do you not want a beer? |
I did, certainly I did. But what was so weird for me was how I felt. My father realised after a short moment that I was a bit uncomfortable with the situation, as though he picked up on my feeling of being ‘naughty’ for drinking, and he said “You’re an adult now Anni, you can have a beer if you want to”. Simple as that. For him, I was now officially an adult.
| Overnight I went from being a child to an adult.
And as far as I was concerned, that was WEIRD |
That moment has popped in to my head multiple times over the last 13 years, as I’ve had ‘adult’ moments – I still feel like I’m not really an adult, as though I’m pretending. And I have to say, it is not those usual adult tasks and activities | marriage (although that is debatable), children, name changes, buying a house, going on your own family holiday | that has really made me feel like an adult.
No, it has been quiet adult moments within myself, when I have made, what to me are, adult choices.
Something even as simple as doing the dishes…
I know, unusual activity to draw a sense of age / wisdom / adulthood from? Bear with me.
As a younger person I H.A.T.E.D doing the dishes…and right up until after purchasing my own unit and living by myself…I would often go for days at a time working through the entire kitchen, until I had literally used ALL possible containers without washing any. The resulting brothel of dirty | and oft smelly | containers and plates and mess to clean up was enough to send me running to a friend’s house for breakfast…lunch…and dinner.
And then I met my man. Who, when allowed to be, was JUST AS BAD, if not WORSE.
| Something had to change |
And so, slowly, ever so slowly, I changed…and grew….and turned in to an adult | by CHOOSING to do the dishes | even when I really didn’t want to.
Now, please don’t get me wrong, I still don’t LIKE doing them, but I know that they are just something that has to be done. And that, I suppose, has been part of my adult moments for me
| doing what just needs to be done |
What I didn’t count on though, was the peace and tranquility I get when I see the kitchen free of mess and clutter and dirty dishes = the rewards of those adult choices.
I had an adult reward moment this morning as I walked in to my kitchen – peace and tranquility to start the day!
Enjoy your day!
x Anni x
Ssshhhh, they still scare me sometimes…