*I wrote this post this morning. But did not get a chance to finish posting until now*
You can’t avoid hearing about this. It’s on the radio, on TV, people in the office are taking the morning off. Today is the first day of school for many kids. Where did the summer go? It was a cold weekend too, which really drove home the message that summer will soon be over.
I am suddenly filled with a sense of urgency. There is no time to waste. Need to accomplish things now. I am 26, single, don’t own a home, and uncertain about my career path. Yikes!
Some days I am filled with a sense of purpose and accomplishment. I tell myself:”You are doing well. You’ve got a lot accomplished for your age.”
But today is not one of those days. It’s one of those other days, where I’m like that kid from “Home Alone”. In my head my mouth is hanging wide open and going ‘AAAHHHHH!’
I feel about ten too and an imposter in an adult world. I shouldn’t be anywhere near multi-million dollar projects and expensive equipment. I don’t want to manage my relationships with people. I want to say :”You suck!” and stomp off.
I don’t want to invest or budget. I don’t want to look over mum’s investments or worry about my parents’ lack of retirement planning. I want an allowance and they should worry about their own investments.
Being adult is hard.
A Canadian girl working hard for her money and learning to make her money work hard for her.
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3 comments:
Amen, sistah!
There are days when I wonder when people are going to notice that I'm 8 years old and not really an adult.
I think we all feel like impostors from time to time. Or feel unfairly burdened with adult worries.
I think on these days, you just have to take comfort in the little things: Since you're not a kid you can toss your veggies or eat dessert first and stay up as late as you want.
It's terrifying to watch parents start to reverse the roles. I love my in-laws but they're headed for (further) financial disaster and it's only a matter of time before my FIL can't work anymore and they're doomed to poverty. We can't help them, either. It makes me want to shake them until they suddenly are constrained by a budget and a sense that things won't be okay unless they really work at it.
So I agree, it'd be nice if we could all go back to an allowance and having our outfit be the day's biggest worry. At least for a little while.
But since we can't... I'm off to eat my dessert.
I can totally relate to your post. I'm feeling more than a little bit of twenty-something angst these days
Abby & small budget, big style chick,
Glad to hear I'm not the only one :)
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