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settling into adulthood. {five minute friday}

Happy FMF! Still battling this blasted sinus/ear infection of doom. I will never understand how my pain can be bearable all day long, yet at night, my head/ear just throbs in pain. Not even when I’m trying to sleep, just at nighttime in general. But when I DO try to sleep, I’m up every two hours in pain.Thus why I’m up writing this at 2:30 am. Hopefully, a doctor visit on Monday will give me some relief… and help me sleep. I miss sleep.

This week’s word:

 

One thing I've been thinking about lately is the fact that while I am an adult, I don't always feel like one. Scratch that. I never feel like one. I have to step back and remind myself I am an adult most of the time. Click To Tweet

Last year at my internship, when a student asked a question I’d usually say I’d ask an adult… then quickly realize I was the adult in charge. Awesome.

I don’t feel like I have a life that reflects my adulthood, at least compared to other adults my age. I live at home with my mom. I don’t have a career and am still trying to figure out what kind of job I’d like to actually pursue instead of doing a dozen odd jobs for little money. I don’t own anything–not even a credit card. Despite being less than 4 years away from turning 30 (!!), I don’t feel like I’ve hit any of the adult goals/markers of adulthood, if that makes sense. I feel like I’m behind others my age (or younger!)– I see friends getting married, pursuing graduate work/dream jobs, having kids (or fur kids), buying cars and houses and the like… and here I am, in my mom’s spare room. My only source of income this week is babysitting. I don’t even have a driver’s license, for Christ’s sake.

I feel a tinge of jealousy in this, truthfully. But mostly, I just want to feel more settled. I don’t necessarily want what others have– but I want what I need to succeed as an adult. I want to feel more settled in my 25-year-old skin, instead of feeling like a teenager (or a toddler, depending on the day and my mom’s behavior).

Right now, the things I think I need in that respect include a career (or potentially grad school? I DON’T KNOW!), a license, and a place to live that is not a few feet away from my mother.

 

I don't want what everyone else has. I just want to be settled in who I am, so I can attain the things I want. Click To Tweet

 

I just need to figure out what those things are.

 

Adult friends, when did you feel like an adult? How did you settle into adulthood, what did that look like for you? I NEED WISDOM. Click To Tweet

This has nothing to do with the topic, but found it fitting being Easter weekend.

8 thoughts on “settling into adulthood. {five minute friday}

  1. Jordan, I start becoming an adult in seventh grade my my dad walked out of our family and my mom had to go to work. Suddenly I was in charge of my sisters and had to start dinner every night. From there I pretty much followed the normal adult life: college, a teaching career, marriage, children. It’s funny though, now that I’m retired I feel less “settled” in adult life. I haven’t found what I’m called to do in this new season. I believe we all travel our own path, at our own speed, toward our own destination. That ole comparison trap makes it harder to travel for sure! I am not your mom, but old enough to be😊 and I don’t have all the answers but I’m going to say what I would to my children. Even tho you can’t see the end, BEGIN! Set one goal. My suggestion would be your drivers license. That will give you a new found freedom you can’t imagine. I know it’s scary but life is scary. In any event, set any goal. Take a class. Volunteer. A part time job. Once you meet it. Set another. You may find that they lead you right where you’re supposed to be! And above all else, pray! God bless you, Cindy from #fmf FB page
    PS I need to take my own advice !

    1. Oh Jordan, I have reread my comment and I owe you such an apology! Unfortunately I’m a fixer by personality and that isn’t always good. I am so sorry that I assumed you first of all needed my advice and even worse that I assumed you weren’t always doing these things already. I had no business telling you what I thought you should do. I hope you’ll accept my apology and mark it up to a crazy retired teacher, empty nest mother, fixer extraordinaire. Again I’m so sorry and feel free to delete my comments.

      1. You are fine!! I appreciated your words. I’m a fixer/helper myself, so I understand, but in this case, I *need* and welcome the advice! 🙂

  2. Hahaha, I love your words! Hey I am 64 years old. Do I feel like an adult? Hell, no! Truth is, half the time I don’t want to be one…it’s hard, this responsibility. But I get it, cause I don’t want to keep asking what to do either! So settle down, yes, 25? Wish I was….no, not really, you have a lot more to deal with nowadays. Sooo sorry about the earache. I know, been there….been everywhere…at 64. Im right after you. #37 I think. Hopeful waters.

  3. Praying for you, Jordan, that the sinus infection clears up soon.

    I’ve never felt like an adult. I’ve been told by a lot of people that I have the emotional maturity and common sense of a seventeen-year-old rugby forward…and I take that as a compliment.

    Never grow up, never get old. Yeah!

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