The Beginning of Adulting


Adulting

/ˈadʌltɪŋəˈdʌltɪŋ/

noun INFORMAL

the practice of behaving in a way characteristic of a responsible adult, especially the accomplishment of mundane but necessary tasks.

Adulting a real thing, and I'm beginning to experience it, and you know what? I don't like it. I am also apologizing for not being as constant I should be. I had school and other extracurricular activities to deal with, actually, and my school's Wi-Fi, as well as my laptop, sometimes isn't encouraging in any way to work. Do forgive me for my irregularities and other ones that will come. Hopefully, I will become more regular, so I start making bank from this blogging thing; you get me?

So, I turned 19 in April, and it wasn't really a big deal (by the grace of Jah 21 would be crazy), I mean, I was in school, and I was in the middle of my exams, so I didn't really have a vibe for it you get me. When I got home in May, everything clicked; I'm actually 19, I'm getting older, and I'm getting more responsibilities. Honestly, I don't think I'm so ready for that (It's not like I have a choice). I've always had many responsibilities growing up, being the first child and all; now, most of my issues are looking monetary except for school stuff, obviously. I have the constant need to keep proving myself to my family, friends, people myself. The need to make money and ball is now a continuous thing among my age group, and fortunately/unfortunately, the pressure has reached me as well. 

Apart from this blog, I also crochet, which after much persuasion and insults from my friends, I sell on Instagram (Check it out https://www.instagram.com/stephaniesstitches__/ ). Apart from that, I'm still a full-time student as well as a full-time baby girl. Juggling these things isn't easy at all because I want to enjoy all these things I'm doing and get paid. I firmly believe I'm at the stage of my life I should enjoy whatever venture I'm into. Before I get older and start a (God forbid) 9-5 job, my life becomes sad and so money-oriented to survive. Although I enjoy what I do, I must ensure that whatever I'm doing doesn't overtake my main priority, getting my degree before my parents behead me.

The last holiday I had the opportunity to intern at the Customer Care of a Bank. The experience was engaging as it was enlightening. I saw how everyone lives their life in the workplace, even though it was a bit laid back compared to the typical strict business environment. I heard different people's issues, backgrounds, and experiences. It made me realize I haven't started anything yet; I'm still living life. Then why the unnecessary pressure? The need to start living large while I'm still under your parents' roof. By the grace of Jah, I've never lacked an essential item since I was born, but I guess I'm trying to fund my extra expenses, clothes, hair, shoes, and all the vanities of the world. 

I'm not saying it's wrong to own a business, not at all; I think it's dope getting your own cash to spend on your personal luxuries. I am saying that you should not make yourself feel inadequate because it's not booming as fast as other businesses. Do not compare yourself; trust me, you will become depressed. Just take your time, enjoy the ride and the experience, and learn from it. If you are still in school and your parents still pay your fees, enjoy it because it only gets more complicated. I have not gone far, but I know growing up is scary, sharply contrasting to what we thought it would be when we were younger. I remember being little and hoping I would grow up fast and play with my older cousins I had distinctive age gaps with, but right now, Nah man, I am good. 

What am I saying in essence (what am I even saying)? We are still young; how about you stop rushing things? Suppose you are already working for your money, i.e., the late 90s kids. In that case, I respect you. You guys are going through it, and quite frankly, a life I am not quite ready for but would still be thrown into by force without my consent. Adulthood is not going anywhere; it will get to all of us; just wait your turn. 


 


02Feb
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