I’ve often said that being a grown up is hard work. There’s a lot of adulthood that’s not much fun. Not that it’s bad or tragic, it’s just that it’s hard work. Paying bills, making wise choices (or trying to), making sure the kids are fed and watered, tidying the house (everyday – can you believe that? Doing it once, even really well, is not enough), insurance, driver’s licenses, putting gas in the car, you get the idea. It can be tedious, boring, and what’s the opposite of fun?
At the same time, there is something amazing when you feel your character actually changing. It hurts sometimes, it is uncomfortable, it is a challenge and yet there is joy.
There are things about being a child that are wonderful – the freedom, the joy in the present, the simplicity of life. At the same time, children tend to be selfish, they see everything in black and white, they don’t have a lot of patience with the shortcomings of others while being very good at ignoring their own.
I feel like I’ve been growing up a lot recently in my thinking, in the way that I look at others. I’m looking forward to sharing more about it, but it’s tough on me. There are deep-seated thought patterns and judgements that are being challenged and changed. It’s good though, did I mention that? It’s really good. Being a grown up is hard, but there is a different kind of freedom, a deep joy and you can find simplicity in the midst of our complex lives. I am thankful today that I’m a grown up.
I hope I don’t stop growing. I’m thankful for the grown ups in my life who are blazing the trail. I’ve got a long way to go and I’m going to enjoy the journey.