When am I supposed to be an adult?
And at what point am I considered one? Should I not be by now?
I am 31 years old, have one Masters degree, have a full-time job, own a home, married...
But I don't FEEL like an adult.
But I don't FEEL all that young anymore either.
Why I get confused that I am not again 21 years old:
• I don't have the energy to make it through an entire day without attempting a nap at some point...I did that in college too.
• With David and I both in school again, and living off of my paycheck and scholarships, I am constantly worried about our finances...also did that in college.
• Between class work, research projects, my real job, Phi Mu stuff, I have very little free time...again, very reminiscent of my undergraduate years...
• I live in a college town...in fact, the very same college town I went to college in...
• and because I live in a college town, anytime I order a drink at dinner or buy beer for a tailgate, I get carded.
• I find myself feeling out of style or fashion when surrounded by these tiny little college girls. All my insecurities from when I was younger sometimes resurface.
How I know I am not 21 years old again:
• Those naps I want to take? If I don't get one, I am in bed by 9pm. In college, I would have just been cranky for a little while.
• In college, no one really had any money, so it wasn't a big deal if you were broke. I shouldn't be now, right??
• I HATE getting carded. I mean really, I am 10 years over the age limit, there is no way I look 21 years old, regardless of how much I want to believe that I actually do.
• I am so annoyed with what the college kids wear these days. They look ridiculous.
• We didn't really use the Internet in college. Whoa, to write that out was a little scary...
• The girls going through recruitment this year were born in 1992. I was 13 years old then and had already met some of the friends I still have now. I.am.old.
• I used to love the bar scene. Now I just want to sit on a back porch or at my tailgate with close friends and drink beer. Wait in line to get in or get a beer? Hell no.
Despite the lack of free time, money and fashion sense, I am happier now than I have been, possibly ever, in my life.
And maybe that's how I know I am an adult now.
I am comfortable, content and all around pleased with this life I have somehow created for myself.
So I guess I really am a grown-up, huh?
But now I have to get back to studying for my management class, do some homework and then go work out at the Colvin Center later.
No, that's how I know I am older.
Pretty sure I barely went to the Colvin Center to do anything other than watch other people play basketball when I was in college...now, I gotta keep up with these youngsters...