I was inspired by my fellow blogger, Rosie, to write this post, which is all about my failures as I journey through “adulthood.”
Don’t worry though! My next post will be all about how I’m “winning” at adulthood. This is just a little something to get my insecurities out of the way. This is also a post to counter all the #humblebragging I’ve been seeing on my social media lately. I thought I could take a moment to laugh (and cry) at what is often considered “failing.”
Warning: Rant Ahead! Please don’t read if you are easily offended!
I Have Not Purchased a House
It seems like every single one of my friends has bought a house, especially if they have a significant other. I’m still in a tiny little apartment, where I live with my husband. We are planning on moving soon, but to a bigger apartment. We are not ready for a house yet.
I am okay with this, however, it’s always hard to see these Facebook and Instagram posts of friends with shiny new keys, no matter how happy I am for them. A little pang of jealousy is healthy now and then. It’s also hard when they call themselves “homeowners.” Aren’t you a homeowner when you’ve paid off your mortgage? Until then, you are a “home purchaser.”
I Still Get Scared Making Doctor and Dentist Appointments.
Adults shouldn’t be scared to do this, right? So, why haven’t I gone to the dentist in almost a year? I don’t know. I keep making excuses. I do floss, though!
I have gone to the doctor, but it’s still hard speaking with the snotty nurses on the phone every time I make an appointment. I wish I could find friendlier medical offices close by.
I Still go to Disney World/Disneyland on Vacation.
For those who know me (and visit this blog), this doesn’t come as a huge shock. Nevertheless, I’m often told that I should be spending my money on trips to Europe instead. In fact, my husband and I are planning to go to Europe soon, but that doesn’t make my desire to visit Disney any less intense.
The longer I visit Disney without kids, the weirder I feel. When people comment on my vacation choices, it only makes me feel worse.
Listen- going to Disney on vacation is something I love. If you make someone feel bad for something they love? Well, then, you’re not a nice person. (Sorry, I’m super defensive about this).
I Am Not a Manager.
I feel as though everyone my age has a fancy title at their jobs, and that these titles often include the word “manager.” I have a far less glamorous title, and I do not yet have a six-figure, work from home, managerial position. Again, this is jealousy speaking- totally normal!
I appreciate the job I have now very much, and I know someday I will make it higher up the work ladder. I know my friends and fellow adults have put in the hard work, and I think it’s great! However, I can’t help but feel like I’m somehow failing as an adult if I don’t have a posh job by now.
I Forget to Send Birthday Cards to Nieces/Nephews/Cousins/Coworkers.
I always forget that because I am an adult, I’m the one that needs to send birthday cards packed with cash in the mail to younger relatives, as well as have others at work sign birthday cards for my colleagues. I still look in the mail for my own birthday cards from relatives, and I think they have finally stopped coming.
It is now time to fatten the wallets of the younger generation, in the hopes that their parents don’t forget to send money to my own future kids.
I wish I still got birthday cards with money in them. However, I barely have any aunts/uncles left alive. I sure need the money a lot more now than I did when I was seven.
I Don’t Have a Passport.
I know, I need to get on this. There is no excuse. Especially with our tyrannical orange leader in charge, who knows when I may have to leave the country?
I Don’t Own a Professional Suit/Evening Gown.
I have some old bridesmaid gowns, and pretty dresses, but nothing to wear to a real formal dinner, or to a job interview (if I needed to, or got invited to anything). I’m not going anywhere fancy anytime soon, but it’s always nice to “level-up” your wardrobe as you reach the wrong side of twenty.
I Hate Kale/Pumpkin Spice Lattes
I feel these are staples of an adult woman’s diet. Not for me! Pizza and macaroni and cheese and ice cream all the way. I have the cravings of a 5-year-old.
Anyway, thanks for reading my mini-rant. I’m sure there are other fails that I’m forgetting (for instance, I just remembered that I don’t go to the gym, which adults typically do). The next post will be much more positive, I promise!
Is there anything you feel like you’re failing at? Any advice for how to be a real adult?
Hugs and Fishes,