I Fail As An Adult

I fail as an adult humor post

I just turned 21 years old.

I’m a big girl now.

Yet, I’m constantly faced with moments when I realize I’m not adulting to maximum capacity. 

Or those times that I forget I am a functioning adult because of the long list of things I fail at doing—a list other, adultier adults accomplish on a regular day basis.

Busy, Busy, Busy

I don’t know when it truly hit me. But I feel like I was staring at a wall somewhere when the thought finally occurred.

I’m busy.

I never considered myself as busy. Whenever I heard people say, “I’m too busy” or “I never have the time,” I always thought it was the lamest excuse, and the most transparent one that simply meant, “Netflix takes higher priority.”

I still think it’s a lame excuse. I think if you truly put effort, you will find the time. You just don’t want to.

I’ve always thought, “there are enough hours in the day. Just sleep less.” Easier said than done.

Suddenly, all my thoughts and skeptical sayings have caught up with me, and I am now living it. The good thing is caffeine replaces sleep, right?

Here I Be

So I’ve fallen off the face of the world in my blog universe (I’m not sure that metaphor truly makes sense, but we’ll move on).

And boy. Do I have some really good excuses for you. But we’ll skip that.

Taking that week off was full of torture and guilt and felt like an eternity of not blogging. However, during my time of solitary and laptop fasting (which is a great way to get closer to the Lord, I might add), I had the opportunity to meditate on things.

I’m sure you don’t care to read for hours on my thoughts about my poor eating schedule that relies solely on goldfish crackers and applesauce, my nonexistent workout routine, or the fact that it’s finally dawned on me that I can’t possibly do ALL my favorite hobbies in the same day, so I’ll skip ahead to the thoughts on this blog.