I’m growing into the person that my parents say I’m meant to be. I’m having my very own renaissance.
How can we be committed to our work if it is the sole reason we’re not out at the beach playing volleyball?
I can’t tell if I feel so weird from my age, 24, an age where I feel like I should start feeling like an adult and understand what a 401K is, or the fact that the world is kinda in shambles.
It’s 3:44AM and we’re sitting at a Maryland rest stop with my mom snoring next to me.
Growing up it never seemed like anything was wrong, I’d go to the dentist every six months and get told my teeth look great but I should start flossing. I’d go to the doctor every year and get told my blood pressure is great, I’m still short, and nothing has changed!
With a lack of people in the office (none now due to Florida kinda dying), the excitement of weekend plans, and the thought of sleeping in until after the sun rises.
I’ve been using my phone as a clutch, I go on it when something doesn’t instantly grab my attention, even if it does but if my attention fades, good ole’ faithful phone it is!
I have spent my morning, walking the dog, cleaning up dog throw up, comforting the throwing up dog, attempting to soothe the sick dog to sleep, reprimanding a bunny for torturing the dog in her sick state, cleaning a bunny litter box, feeding two rambunctious bunnies, yelling at the bunnies for throwing their food, and absolutely no sleep for me. All before the sun even comes up.
And I’ll admit, I’m not as educated as I want to be on the topic, I don’t always know the right thing to say, but I will say that I am willing to learn more and understand. I know I’ll never understand what others feel on a daily basis throughout their entire lives but I am here for you.
It’s hard as an adult to work all week long and then get to the weekend and not want to cram in seeing friends, going hiking, and hitting the beach. But it’s also hard to survive an entire week after cramming it all in.