Daily writing prompt

When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

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When we were kids, all we wanted to do was grow up and become adults and forge our own way. Being a grown-up isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Honestly, is there anything more boring than adulting?

The never-ending chore list: laundry, dishes, cleaning the bathrooms, dusting here or there, vacuuming the stairs, don’t forget to make lunch or shit already forgot that one let’s work on supper then.

And the responsibilities: pay the mortgage, taxes, this bill and that one, pick up the kids here, drop them off there, and make sure the house is not crumbling down around you in this constant shuffle.

Compromise?

Adult when necessary, yet retain the kid within, who gets giddy over a spontaneous day out with friends, last-minute family outings in the orchard or pumpkin patch. Never lose the spark of the little girl who jumps up and down at the words yarn or book stores, and will go completely gaga over a new recipe.

So when did I feel like a grown-up for the first time? When I got my first car, or signed my name on the ‘oh my god this is a real job’ contract, or when the lines turned pink on the pregnancy test, sure all of them were valid times to feel grown-up it doesn’t mean I won’t always be a kid at heart.

Cause like I said adulting…