One thing my eldest daughter is worried about is growing up. It’s not surprising, adults often don’t look like the’re having fun. There are jobs and responsibilities and no summer vacation. It looks horrible from the perspective of a 10 year old. I felt exactly the same way. But the funny thing is, on the cusp of 40, I have never felt happier. I really like my life. Yeah, I got divorced. Yeah, I’m poorer now. Yeah, I have no summer vacation. And play looks a lot different from an adult perspective than it does a kid’s.
I drove around and did some errands today, and it was fun to drive around in my car and listen to pop music and bask in the sun (in my car). Yay! I had my brother and his girlfriend over for dinner and it was fun to pour a glass of wine and cook and chat in the kitchen and eat something yummy afterwards. Yay! Teslacon 5 in in the fall, Distill America is this February, and Flashdance the Musical is in a few weeks–super fun!
Rowan is not impressed by this at all, but still a bit upset when I leave her out. (I may have to bring her to Teslacon this year). But that’s the thing I love about my generation, speaking broadly. We didn’t grow up. Yeah, work may be challenging–just the way school is sometimes challenging. And yes, sometimes there are politics at work–just the same way there are cliques and preteen bees at middle school. But this is the way life is–why get upset at the nature of things? The best things are still, and always, good friends, good conversation, meaningful work, and yes, play. And adults have the BEST options. We can dress up as superheros and go to whiskey tastings, make a new recipe or a new painting/costume/3D printed thing, and yes, on top of it all, have gleeful sex. And if it’s really all too annoying, get in a car and drive the hell away.
My life may not be the bestest, awesomest life ever, but it’s mine, and it’s truthful, and authentic, and damn fun. No way would I want to be a kid.