Sunday, 27 November 2016

The Pursuit of Adulthood

About a week ago I received a (conditional) acceptance into Thompson Rivers University.

Jeez.

I can honestly say, without a doubt, I thought I would at least feel a lot more grown up than this. At this point in my very short life span I don't even have silly illusion that I'm an adult.

When you're small, most kids create a picture in their heads of what they think their life would be when they get to be a "grown up." (For myself, I imagined that I would be a pop-star or an archaeologist by my mid-twenties. If you tried to tell 8 year old Zoe that by her senior year of high school she would be a ukulele-wielding dork, she would have laughed at you and went back to playing her 'power puff girls' spelling game on the computer.)

I think it took me a long time to realize that there really isn't such a thing as being a grown up, you can only get a little taller and hope for the best.

So, I did what all kids do. I got a little taller, my taste in music got a little better, and I started on the journey to try and figure out what the point to all of this is.

At this point the only thing I've figured out is that the whole "adulthood" thing is a myth.

I always thought one day I would wake up, shimmy into a pencil skirt, look into the mirror and think I am an adult now. 

It didn't take me very long to realize it doesn't work like that.

I think the only difference between being a child and being an adult is wiping your own ass and paying your own internet bill. Bear with me, I still have a lot to learn. There is probably going to be more to it than that.

So, I guess in the midst of all of this crazy transition, I just have to remind myself to be kind to others, and myself. And that at the end of the day the only thing that really matters is that I learned something new and bettered myself as a human.

Remember to be kind.

Best Wishes,

Zoe