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The art of growing up? What does it mean to be a ‘grown up?’

This year, 2018, I have learned a lot of things…as people do.

The notion of taking time to do nothing…has lead to the very best of something. [Winnie the Pooh,2018].

My parents go away every year for a minimum of 2 months to Asia every year.  I mean, I am a big girl, right? I should know how to look after myself because I am 2[censored]* years old now!

WIth age, does not come wisdom automatically and if you are used to living with your parents for most of your life at home, how is one supposed to know how to become an adult if not given the opportunity? How is one supposed to know how to look after themselves?

Being the second youngest in my family…has its perks and also its downfalls. I am not the oldest, so I am not the bravest. I am not the youngest so I am not the most spoiled.

I am just kinda in the middle…Torn between acting like an adult or acting like a child.

Age is all relative, isn’t it?

If you put a baby next to a teenager, of course, the teenager is the old one out of them.

If you put that same teenager next to an 80-year-old man, of course, the teenager looks young.

If you put that 80-year-old man next to a prehistorical 3000 BC man, of course, that 80-year-old man is the young and still ALIVE one.

Hope you get my point.

Anyway, what was I talking about again?

So, back to my story. So this time when my parents went away, things were better. Because. My brother finally got his license and this means I don’t have to transport him everywhere and, in previous years I’ve been doing the majority of the grocery shopping because he claims, ”I can’t drive” and also if I asked him to come with me, he was like “You got this, I don’t need to come”. I think that would piss anyone off and plus he would not contribute to the groceries cost unless I asked him.

This made me extremely angry. BUT, then I asked myself. Aren’t I just as bad as him?

Yes, I am not his mother. But, my parents provide for me for the 10 months of the year…bills…water…food…groceries…toilet paper…etc and they don’t ask me for money…well I kinda give it to them anyways.

My brother and I live a privileged life because my parents pampered us and did everything for us.

When they were gone, I realised how dependent I still was. I had to cook, I learned to clean and to be more organised because time is more precious now and I can’t afford to waste money eating out all the time.

Things came into perspective…when I got into fights with my brother about doing chores or who had to pay for what. I realised…that my brother was taking advantage of me because I was older than him…he expected me to do everything for him. He treated me as if I was an adult.

But, I insisted that he TOO was an adult.

As much I was telling him to be an adult, I realised that I needed to as well.

The ball dropped. I was an adult when my parents were here too. It doesn’t..shouldn’t matter if they are here or not. I do not revert back to a helpless kid when they come back. I am an adult, I can and I am continuing to learn to look after myself.

I think I finally understand what WongFu Productions video on adulting was trying to say, it is not about eating healthy, exercising or getting more money. It is really about taking control of your life, of your finances, of your health and using your time wisely. It is about being the bigger person and really looking at your life and to see if you are doing something that you really want to do.

This video really changed my life.

Thank you, Wong Fu.

We are ALL adults. Relatively speaking.

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