When is it time to grow up already?
Sometimes I wonder about myself. Okay, maybe it’s not just sometimes, it’s always. It’s just that… I’m 27, going on 28. But I feel like I haven’t accomplished all that I should have accomplished by now. Or, rather than that – I feel that I’m not acting my age enough – that I still feel like I’m living like a college kid or something.
I mean, let’s put it this way. I know plenty of people that are my age that are married and have kids. And while I do want that at some point (definitely, no question), it just feels so far out of my reach right now. It feels like I’m so far away from getting there. I’m ages away from people like that. Instead I’m 27 and living with my parents. And yes, living with my parents is only temporary, and it was made as a good decision to pay down debt for a year… but still. 27 and living with my parents? Really?
I don’t know, I guess I just get jealous. I WANT what those other people have. A husband to come home to, kids to raise. But on the other hand, I can hardly wrap my head around it – I feel like I’m not mature enough to raise a child just yet. I like my sleep – I need 8 hours or I become cranky teacher at work – and people with babies don’t get 8 hours of sleep. People with children need to cook and clean and I don’t do either of those things well or on a regular basis. I look at these people in awe (yes, Beth, you’re one of them) because I don’t know how I’d handle myself in their shoes. I don’t think I *could* handle myself.
I don’t know. Maybe I should leave my lazy college days behind me once and for all – quit lounging around watching TV so much and… do something? Or maybe I should just embrace these days as my last chance at freedom, before I finally do meet that guy that gets me to settle down. Or maybe I should just quit thinking about it all – surely the husband and kids thing will happen when it’s meant to be. Maybe right now I DO need to be living it up while I still can. Who wants to get margaritas with me?! :)
Edited to add: Yes, I am aware – I’m overthinking things. That’s what I do on the blog, I overthink. Because let’s face it, if I weren’t overthinking things, I wouldn’t have anything to blog about. Don’t like it? Don’t read it.
Day 25/30 of NaBloPoMo… thinking too much.
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