It’s funny! To me anyway. Every year we celebrate our birthdays. We celebrate aging another year, and as we celebrate the fact that we were brought into this world to share our awesomeness, we realize how mortal we are. It hits us harder each year that we are creeping closer and closer to our death. Eventually our birthdays become celebrations that we actually made it a whole, entire year. Maybe without breaking a hip or having a joint replaced.
I bring this up, because well, at the wise age of 36, I am creeping up on my “middle” age, and I finally realized I am an adult. Yes. I have been a mom for the past 15 1/2 years, but not even that made me feel adultish. That just made me feel like a mom. I may have worked in the same industry on and off again since high school for an accumulated 13 or so years, but even that didn’t make me feel like an adult. At least, not until recently. Lemme splain. I am no expert in what I do. I will never ever ever ever ever ever claim to know everything. Ever! There is always so much to learn and expand on in whatever my field is. I mean, how can you know it all if you don’t even know exactly what you are/do? Anyway, off topic. Back on track. See what I did there? Yeah you did!
So! I know a few things in my field. I have experienced a few things in my field. I have figured out a few things in my field. This has made me slightly knowledgeable. Scary thought! I kid! Knowing the odd things that I do, prompts other people to ask me questions about my thoughts and opinions on certain things that I have experience with. That! That has made me realize I am an adult. It has also made me realize I am quite a bit older than some people I work with, but enough about that. My aging is inevitable. Being asked what I would do, that made me feel important in a way. That I might actually know something and be able to contribute to someone or something else. Maybe that should have made me feel more like an active member of society and the team I work with, but no. It made me realize I have adulted. I have evolved into a full adult. There’s no going back now. I can’t reverse that thinking even though I want to at times.
This I’m-an-adult-now thinking has followed me to family events and haunts my daily activities. I am no longer a “kid” at family functions. A realization I hate to admit, because the kids get to have the most fun! Duh! Adults have fun too, I know, but the kids don’t have to clean up and do dishes and blah blah blah. You know what I am saying. Yes. Alcohol can make those things more enjoyable, but still. I’m trying to cut way down on the imbibing.
Yeah. Work is what started this whole train of thought. Ha! I did it again. If you didn’t know by now, I work in the railroad industry. Now you’ll get ALL the jokes! Hahaha!!!! Sucker! Anyway, work. Work got this rolling along. I mean, it’s not like I never took my job seriously before I was struck with adultom, it just wasn’t seen that way. It wasn’t made visible yet to me that my opinion actually has some merit from time to time. I’m sure people talk badly behind my back now and again, but I am also sure some people tell others to ask me whatever question it is they have just asked. It’s just funny to realize it one, random day out in the shop. I had been asked numerous questions by that same person, but that one time was different somehow. Now my thinking has forever changed. I may not always act like an adult, but now I can’t deny that I am one. It sort of sucks.
With that I will let all the youngins continue their adulting. Now I just get to whine that I don’t want to adult. Period. My “ing” has aged without grace.
-Bonnie
Me in my twenties:
…and that flower looks like it could be a questionable emoji. 😂😂😂
Thirties:
How I feel about being a full-blown adult:
Bonnie’s Beach 🏖 
If you can’t or don’t any longer walk on your hands……do so!!!
It always makes ya feel like a kid….
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That why I do random cartwheels and handstands from time to time. 😁
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Everyone know something someone else doesn’t so you should feel respected in your field not grownup, and for some people that’s more important…….. Hang onto your youthful sprit…… someday it will be the only thing that gets you though…….
Nice blog BTW, came across it when I googled train humor….
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Thank you! I appreciate your feedback! I’m debating on writing more about the craziness of the railroad industry, and you’ve nudged me further towards doing it. Love your screen name, btw. One of my all time favorite movies!!!!!
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Well I use the screen name to pay respect to the hacker by the same screen name. I invite you to look into his exploits. The movie was enjoyable as well.
I look forward to reading more rail puns……. I have a rather punny personality myself.
I’m off for a pint…..Cheers!!!
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Welcome to the party pal! Grey hair, extra pounds, grumpy complaining about random things…yep we are friggin adults all right. Love and hugs battle! At least you are not in it alone.
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