Wednesday, December 11, 2013

on adulthood

On Sunday night I was lounging in our chair, reading a book.  There was an evergreen candle burning, homemade vegetable soup simmering in our Crock Pot, and the lights on our Christmas tree were shimmering.

Scott was in our guest room, practicing the Ukulele.  Our house was clean, the laundry done, and our groceries for the week purchased and put away.

And I had the thought: this is adulthood.

It's hard to pinpoint the moment when you move from a child to an adult.  There have certainly been milestones for me, where I felt more solidly adult.  When I got my degree.  When we bought our condo.  When I got married.   If I had to pick a moment, I'd say it was when I started paying my own bills (although even that isn't a perfect barometer, because I had the safety net of my parents, should a crisis arise).

But I think adulthood is more than any single moment.  It's responsibility. It's feeling comfortable with your choices, and your life, and your lifestyle.  It's being "allowed" to eat chocolate chip ice cream for dinner, but choosing a chicken salad instead.  It's owning your life.

This time in my life is a really good one.  And while it isn't wild or crazy or new, I think it's worth celebrating.

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