|Quote of the Week: January 14, 2013|
I'm always contemplating what it means to be an adult. My friend, Andrew, and I always find ourselves on our monthly catch-up calls lamenting about how it "sucks to be a grown up." Bills, jobs, certain milestones are hit...and yet, I can't help but look at myself and ask, "well, am I really an adult now?"
The fact of the matter is that I may just always be a child who does grown up things in the name of growing up...or I'm growing up, but not necessarily growing old...or is it that I'm growing old, but not growing up? This is all getting very mad tea party-esque.
What caused this onset of existential thinking? Believe it or not, it was because I (finally), recently, set up my 401k. Just the word "401k" (or does one consider that just an alphanumerical phrase) makes me feel a little uneasy. I have to think about investments, the stock market, my retirement...I repeat, my retirement. Not working is a concept I can't even really wrap my head around.
There are times when I think, "well, you're being responsible...good on ya."
There are other times when I think, "do I pay off my credit card bill or do I purchase that kudu-shaped ring and just try really hard not to spend any money next month?" (True story...also this is what a kudu looks like....also...the kudu ring will be delivered within 3 weeks. It's currently being sized in the UK...doh.)
The setting up of the 401K has also created a deluge of future conversation with Husband Charles about things like buying a house and when to have children. Heavy stuff. Grown up stuff. (Yikes!!!) Am I proud of being in this situation? Sure. Am I scared? Absolutely. Do I long to just "stay home sick from school" and watch kids shows while my mom feeds me awesome food? All the time.
Where am I going with all of this? Just some circular thinking, I suppose. Just wondering if anyone else is feeling this way or if I'm the only one who's excited, but a bit panicked about being an adult.