Adulting is hard

Adulting isn’t quite what I thought it would be. It’s not all rolling in money, sipping cosmos at happy hour with friends, frequent vacations, cooking meals every night, and having a perfect neat little home. It’s full time jobs, budgeting and bills, relaxing on the couch, struggling to piece together pto, ordering out, and being too tired to clean.

Adulting is hard and honestly sometimes it feels like failure. One look at social media can make you wish you had it all, because everyone else seems to.

Then there’s the dreaded “What do you do” question. It’s usually the first question following your introduction to someone. Your job is a strong representation of you now, and if you don’t have an impressive one you get the sad 😕face. Some people get the same look if they’re not married by a certain age. Or if they don’t have children by a certain age.

The funny thing is that from 20-40 years old we’re technically in our Early Adulthood years. Yet some of us feel the need to accomplish our life goals by 30, and we’re still pretty new to adulthood.

At 27 years old I’m married and I have a career, but I definitely don’t feel like I’ve nailed adulting. Sometimes I don’t even feel like I’ve pierced the surface. I still do some really awkward and immature things.

Honestly I don’t think being an adult is based solely on your accomplishments, it’s really just a mindset. I know people with amazing career success, who feel like failures because they’re single. Or vice versa. We don’t have to fit all the ideals. I think having a roof over your head, a job, and bills paid is enough to be proud of.