Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Adulting isn't for the weak of heart

Being an adult is hard. I miss the days, few though they were, when I lazed around the house on a Saturday with nothing on my mind beyond how I was going to get to the movie theater to meet friends. Gone are the days when I could sit and read a book-- All. Day. Long. From start to finish.

I miss those days. Granted, I could choose to spend my time like that. I am an adult and can do what I want. But then I'd be plagued by thoughts of how the bathroom won't clean itself, the kitchen looks like a murder victim was slaughtered in it (I made meat sauce for my spaghetti squash), and my next book ever be written if I don't plant myself in the chair and type. Rather than giving myself an ulcer, I just do.

For instance, this past weekend was a three day, but I spent most of my time in some form of activity, whether that was writing many, many words, cleaning after a week away traveling for work, or taking care of much needed gardening. All of which gives me this feeling of accomplishment. Also, I'm always mad impressed with myself when I hit a really high word count goal.

Still, I do miss reading. And lazing.

How does everyone else spend their adult time, and what from your younger years do you miss?


  1. Hi T.A. My name is Anne. I discovered your two current releases this past week and drank them down like they were the last
    two cups of coffee in a post-apocalyptic world. They're wonderful. So I thought I would look for you on-line, found
    this blog and interpreted your question here as an invitation to complain about being an adult. I'm on board for that.
    I think what I miss most from my childhood is taking each moment as it comes. When I was young I would wake up in the
    morning, eat if I was hungry, then go play. Usually we (3 sisters) would head outside if it wasn't too cold. We could
    spend all day in the fruit orchard, or the creek, or playing "parade" up and down the dead-end street. There were ant
    colonies to observe and games to make up. If we had to go to some event to fulfill an obligation then we did it, but there was no worrying about it before-hand. It was all pretty idyllic and there were rarely any pressing plans.
    My adulting time is spent taking care of my two boys, making sure they don't kill each other with their plastic light-saber weapons. Dr.'s appointments for my autistic son and grocery shopping. Orthodontics and get the car fixed. Meetings with the school people who want to complain about my autistic son. Cooking, cleaning blah blah blah... my fun adulating thing to do is crafting. I love making pretty things with paper. And of course reading, but I usually have to plan time for that too.

    1. That's such a nice complement! It's always nice to hear that someone enjoyed the books. I agree that I miss taking each moment as it comes. I recently was around a toddler who spent nearly an hour entertained by taking tissues out of a box and ripping them up only to put them back in the box. As an adult, I never could have been that entertained for that long by something so simple. I would have been too worried about the things I wasn't getting done. It's amazing how much as an adult I have gotten sucked into anticipating the next moment and then the moment after that, rather than enjoying the moment that I'm in. So many things to do so little time.