Being An Adult Is Hard
What was the last “adult” thing you accomplished?
Did you create a monthly budget to wrangle in your spending? Pay off your looming credit card debt from college? Successfully cuss out a customer service representative over speaker phone?
Whatever the daunting task was, you somehow rolled up your sleeves, waded through the shit, and made it through to the other side.
I’m going to go ahead and guess it wasn’t as bad as you thought. I’m sure the anticipation probably gave you anxiety and countless sweat-stained pillows, but the act itself wasn’t as difficult as you built it up to be.
This seems to be a common thread in adulthood.
Not only do we fear anticipation; we tend to put unnecessary pressure on ourselves to get things right the first time around.
Why does this happen and where does this pressure come from? Do we blame our parents? Our teachers? Close friends? Ourselves?
My guess is all of the above. All of these people play a contributing part in emphasizing perfectionism and creating the false idea of what it means to be a “real” adult.
I have a question:
What level-headed person has ever accomplished anything of significant value without completely shitting the bed the first time around?
If you can name one person who has unlocked the secret of adulthood since day one, I will never put pencil to paper (or finger to keyboard) ever again.
Thanks to the above perpetual cycle of bullshit, we forget one simple fact:
No one actually knows what the fuck they’re doing in life. Every single one of us is figuring it all out one day at a time.
Whether you find this reassuring or deeply depressing, it’s the truth. It applies to all of us, from famous celebrities and athletes to the common everyday Joe Schmo. No one is exempt.
Since we have all taken the first step (admitting the truth), what the hell do we do about it?
Embrace it and move forward.
This means acknowledging your first attempt at most things as an adult will fail. Realizing this is OK because your next attempt will be better and eventually, things will get easier.
This trial and error is what we like to call “real world experience.”
Not the bullshit kind you put on your resumé in order to appear more qualified; the real type of experience that makes us who we are.
If living as an adult was easy, we wouldn’t need to gain experience first.
I consider adulthood to be the ultimate video game.
There is no way in hell I could beat the last level if I simply fast-forwarded to the end. Each previous level prepares me for the next, demanding new skills and abilities along the way. It takes time and energy to learn these necessary skills and unfortunately, there are no real-world cheat codes.