Gosh, I miss school hoidays – I miss the brain switch off. My favourite thing about holidays was going home and knowing that despite the holiday homework, or the home jobs I had to do, it was a time to unwind, argue profusely with my sisters and go hacking when I felt like it.
A time to be me, a time to have a break from the harsh reality of constant learning.
For some reason, despite the dreams of always being older and becoming more mature – getting my own car, my own life etc – I would like a Christmas holiday. I would like a Summer holiday. I would like to go back to having exeats and unwind times.
Weekends have suddenly become so precious.
I do have the luxury of not having to think about my food and what I am going to have, up here in Scotland – but now all the decisions I make are for my future, my career.
From day one, I have always loved managing my own time, making my own life decisions and being generally head strong (ask my mother for conformation – if I have been ladylike enough to ever convince you otherwise (you are so lucky!)). I am determined, I like to achieve but now that I am here – doing the Adulting… I would like summer holiday.
To label this post as ‘complaining’ would be a bit too strong, I would say, having a grumble… a little rumble under the surface… not from my situation, my dreams or my life but from the lack of long 8 week breaks where all you do is get driven by your ever loving parents around the country for your different camps – with or without stead.
I don’t think I have appreciated how much effort and concentration being an adult takes. Not only do you have just your own dreams and aspirations to maintain but you also have everyone else’s and if you have children, you have them too.
All adults out there – you’re nailing it. Every day that you doubt for a while, or dream about a toy less bath, or lust for a day that goes to plan… I think you’re nailing it and I am sure that everyone else around you can agree with me.
Thanks for being ace at Adulting.
You inspire me to be a better, non mother adult, it’s tiring but thank you.