Sunday 4 December 2011

At what point do we grow up – or do we ever?


As a child, you often look up at those big, old adults with almost a fearful respect. They are so full of wisdom. They have an answer to everything and always seem to know what to do in every situation. Every year you grow older, you wait for that epiphany - that moment when you too become that all-knowing adult.

You turn 13, you think you are there. Then 18, you no longer care as you are just living in the moment. Then 21, but just as you are celebrating your new ability to legally drink you suddenly find yourself thrown into the real world. 

I will never forget that moment; walking to work through the San Francisco financial district on my first day wearing a business skirt, uncomfortably hiked up around my waist, a tucked in collared shirt and black pointy-toe pumps. This outfit being in stark contrast to my usual attire of flips flops, jeans and a tank top. I felt like I had dressed up as a business woman on Halloween. All I could think about was that I was way too young to suddenly be thrown into the suited up business world.

Now here I am with seven years of work experience and finishing up an MBA. Does this mean I am full of wisdom or know all the right answers? No. In my somewhat chaotic personal and professional life, I have realized two things: (1) The wisdom I have gained might not be the same words of advice someone else might want to follow and (2) While I now have a lot more answers, I have come to realize that, with age, I only now have even more questions.

As children we listen to what adults say and as teenagers we do the opposite. But as adults, suddenly with the power to make our own choice, we, instead of searching within, look out. We look toward society and what we are supposed to do. For many this works, for others it does not.

Being single and 30, people often wonder when you are going to grow up and ‘settle down’, but is that being grown up? Others take that path laid out for them only to look back 5, 10, 30 years down the road and think “I wish I had done it differently.” To that I always respond with the fact that you should never regret a decision made or an opportunity not realized because you don’t know what really would have happened if events had played out another way.

I am always saddened by people desperately looking for the right way to live, as if life is a checklist waiting to be ticked. Life is not black and white. Nobody has all the answers. As children we became so enamored by those omniscient adults that we think that we should become one. But we can’t. They don’t exist. We never grow up. Life is more fun being a kid anyway.


Disclaimer of liability
As with all American things, I would like to direct your attention to the following disclaimer of liability prior to your reading of this blog.

#1: Please be aware that I write these posts keeping in mind that others may read them, and therefore try (key word "try") to make them somewhat entertaining. Therefore, while it is all true, I tend to put a very sarcastic twist on most of it, as is my nature. So, please do not find any offense to the following posts. If you do, then maybe we shouldn't be friends.

#2: For those of you who know me well, I have the attention span of a three-year old child and a pinball machine for a mind. I apologize in advance if I jump from one thought and/or event to the next. Please bear with me.

#3: For those of you who don't know me well, I really am a nice person..or so some tell me. So I hope I do not come across a bit strong. But do you really want to read a blog with the following: Today I took an airplane to Costa Rica. The woman I sat next to on the plane was very nice. We had an interesting conversation. The rainforests we drove through to the place I was staying were very beautiful. I am teaching at a school in Costa Rica. The children I work with are really great. Get the point?

#4: Yes, I do work. But I don't think you want to hear about my typical day of waking up at 5:30am going to work, sitting in front of a laptop for 12 hours doing very boring things, going to the gym, and then going to bed..often in a lonely hotel room, now do you?

#5 My intention of these posts is not to brag about all the places I have been. Believe me, living a nomadic lifestyle is a bit exhausting and often times I am even envious of those friends who are a bit more settled with their homes, friends, families, significant other, etc. In the journey of life, there are many paths to follow, and it is a good thing we do not all take the same one. Always keep in mind, the grass is always greener on the other side.I am therefore not liable for any offense taken.I hope you enjoy