Here I am picking kids up, driving kids around, wondering when my mom is coming to pick ME up. 😂
I remember being younger and thinking 40 was SO OLD.
And surely by the time you were in your 30s, you had life pretty much figured out.
Well. Here I am. In my 30’s, married, raising two kids, paying bills, making decisions, and apparently qualified to be in charge of things.
WHO APPROVED THIS?! 🤣
Does anybody else ever look around and wonder when exactly they became the adult?
Like, these children are looking at ME for answers. My husband and I are just allowed to live together and make all these decisions? Without supervision?!
But it makes me wonder…
Did our parents actually have it figured out? Or were they just out here winging it too, and we had absolutely no idea?
Because the older I get, the more I realize that growing up doesn’t necessarily mean having all the answers.
And the thing is, that’s OKAY. You’re not supposed to.
Somewhere along the way, I think we’ve become so accustomed to looking like we have everything figured out that we’ve forgotten we’re all still learning.
But what if we were more comfortable admitting when we don’t know something?
What if we could recognize that someone else might be better at something than we are, without feeling like that somehow makes us less capable?
What if instead of comparing ourselves to people who know more, we were willing to learn from them?
Someone else’s knowledge doesn’t take away from your own. It gives you an opportunity to add to it.
Imagine how much more we could learn if we asked more questions, shared what we’ve figured out, and leaned on each other instead of feeling like we have to know everything ourselves.
Maybe we’d all have a little more figured out if we weren’t so busy trying to look like we already did.
Anyway, just checking to see if the rest of you are also out here pretending to be responsible adults or if I missed some kind of orientation.
Because I definitely did not attend that meeting. 🤣🩷