The Choppy Waters Of Being A Growed Up
Most everyone I know is in transition. It might be the economy, life changing the rules or maybe it’s just that we are heading into a summer. Homer says “I’m a Growed Up” to me sometimes which always makes me chuckle. Of course, the adult thing, when the hell did that happen?
Transitioning. It’s what we do. It’s who we are.
And these words, these posts, give me hope and I feel with them.
From Malia:
School is ending and summer is beginning. As usual, the summer looms in front of me, vast and unfilled and hot. I wonder how we’ll get through it. A couple of months from now, I’ll wonder where it went. Endings and beginnings.
Beginnings and endings.
From Vibinc:
My “last hope” options are even worse. Now that you can’t say “hobo” anymore, and being a “hobo” isn’t nearly as appealing as it was made out to be in old school country music, one of my childhood fantasies is probably a no go. I’m no longer athletic unless there is a 12oz curl contest somewhere, and even then, I’ve lost my edge. I’m an all right cook, but cooking is one of those things I like to do when I want to do it. Cooking all the time would be dangerous to other people, knives and all.
But I have this blog and I have 20 years of paying A LOT of attention to politics, process and policy. I don’t know how much this means because there are a million other people who have more hands on experience than I do that are in a similar position.
I love the word Hobo.
From Lindsey:
It’s sort of sinking in that the status quo is unsustainable and things are changing so I best change with them or get left running behind the bus, choking on gravel and grit. It amazes me that I can write a sentence like that and mean it in fifteen different ways. But, well, there you go. Choppy waters ahead, I’m afeared.
From Amber:
I had a date on Friday night. I haven’t been on a date in quite awhile and it’s still pretty awkward for me. I met a guy at one of the gigs – Nice fella but I didn’t feel that “thing” that I really want, no, need to feel.
I read these things and I realize that I’ve been feeling raw lately. And, it appears I’m not the only one, which makes me feel better.
As Homer would say, being a Growed Up sucks, but it is Growed Ups we are.
Raw is a very good way to describe it. And yes, being a Growed Up does suck.
I finally understand some of what my parents went through when I was a kid. I didn’t really know what was going on then. I think part of it was just because I was a kid and part of it was being shielded from life’s crappiness by my parents. I find myself doing that with my kids, too. They don’t know how bad it really is. They couldn’t understand if they did and they don’t need that weight on their shoulders. It’s ours to bear because were the Growed Ups.