There are lots of tensions around at the moment. Is it just me? When I asked a friend about it he just messaged back and said, “Adulting lol” - but… really?
What I mean by tensions is the specific areas of life with no win-win; the decisions where you have to pick something, knowing full well it’s at the cost of something else, and it’s going to hurt whichever way you go. And so you get pulled into tensions, having to let down somebody and hoping that you somehow miraculously choose the path of least resistance.
No wonder my friend said ‘adulting’. I get it. A lot of adulting really is like that. But these tensions are everywhere right now, and there are a perpetual stream of difficult decisions.
I chalk it up to a lack of resources. I keep saying to Sammy that a lot of life feels like we’ve got £100 and two things we’d like very much that both cost £60 each. Decisions ahoy.
Also. How come nobody warns the kids about adulting? The thing about being a child is that 1. It’s brilliant fun, and nobody tells you that that stops one day. 2. It definitely has an end date in a way that adulting just goes on indefinitely. And 3. All the adults doing the adulting tell you it’s going to be better when you get to do it.
That’s a bit like a caterpillar looking forward to being a butterfly but not realising that all the butterflies want to do is sit around chomping leaves. Who’s going to tell them? The butterflies?
Anyway, there are lots of tensions around. Stresses and strains, bending us all beyond our usual shape. See, I think adulting should also be about enjoying the best things in life too, along with all the responsibility pressures. There ought to be art, and love, and culture, and freedom; films and wine and books and travel, laughter and Lego and leaves in the park with kids living their best caterpillary lives while we show them how awesome it truly is to be a butterfly.
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