Adulting

Adulting is a funny thing really.  Some think that it begins at a certain age…. you know, I’m 18 years old— therefore, I’m an adult.  Some have really been “adulting” far from the “adulting” age.  Say that older child who finds him/herself  parenting a younger sibling while the real parent is out doing whatever.

The real sadness, is realizing at aged 50, that you haven’t been adulting at all.  You have been surviving and that surviving looked a lot like adulting.  But when you pull the skin back from the onion, you realized you were living on auto mode.

Stepping outside of yourself, outside of you issues, outside of your fears leaves a raw picture. It leads to open wounds, raw emotions, and fears you buried instead of facing. Once you are strong enough to face those hidden fears you have a true chance at really stating to “adult”.  It’s were you are living according to your own values.  Where you see the real you. Not the you that others tried to push off onto you. Not the fears that you developed from your past experiences. It is the You that you truly are.  And you are OK with that You.  You see your scars, your pains, your mistakes—– and you still love You.

Adulting begins when you see the real You and you love that You, and you start to take care of that You. Because, really, can anyone ever love You like you can?

Are you “Adulting” or are you on automatic?