Adulting

back then where
wanting to be a
grownup was
a big dream
but responsibilities
have lost their appeal

pigtails, and
imagination,
excitement
of riding
without training wheels – oh, the
innocence of youth

Lauren Scott Β© 2017

This is my last Shadorma for Eliot’s November Shadorma challenge, so I thought to end with a fun topic. πŸ™‚ Hope you enjoy! ❀
https://alongtheinterstice.wordpress.com/shadorma-november/

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35 thoughts on “Adulting

  1. I can recall first encountering the word adultery (and its meaning) at quite an early age and pondering. It still seems a bit of an oddity. Adultery may be fun for some but it can often be acutely painful for others of course. And as to whether it has any relation to being an adult – or not – let’s say the pondering continues.

    Sorry, Lauren, I think my thoughts and resulting comment have wandered of track I’m afraid. In defence I’ll call as my first witness “Your thoughts are welcome!”. πŸ˜‰

    • Oh, Ben, yes your thoughts are WAY off track. Mine are simply fun, thinking of youth and now adult responsibilities (paying bills, etc). πŸ™‚ Adultery is not something I condone and never will. As to your defense, your thoughts are always welcome, but I had to add more clarity to your pondering….😊

      • Please don’t think that I condone adultery either. I think I was well able to follow where you were going with your fine shadorma. However when I opened myself to receive it what became my comment was the result. I could have remained silent of course but I *have* always found the word “adultery” and its meaning something unresolved and worth reflecting upon. πŸ™‚

      • I didn’t think that at all, and silence isn’t necessary either. I understand, and it’s all good. It’s also Friday, which makes me extremely happy. πŸ™‚ So, have a great day, Ben!

      • I’m fine in myself today, but my wife is not feeling at all well (physical stuff) which puts a bit of a damper on it. I hope your own happiness continues. πŸ™‚ I always call the day after Thursday Friedegg, (Although I rarely take myself up on the invitation.)

      • I’m sorry to hear about your wife, and I’ll be thinking positive thoughts for her to feel better soon, Ben. I had to google Friedegg, and what I found was “fried egg.” πŸ™‚

      • Perhaps I should add that after studying German at school I recall that the German for Friday is Freitag and this is probably an influence. As since frei meets free there may some link to your extreme happiness regarding Fridays? Then of course many folk live their lives split into two parts; Mon-Fri (work) and Sat-Sun (off work). Either way I wish you and yours a fine one this time around, not to mention those still in store.

      • Thanks for adding this info. and it makes more sense than “fried egg.” πŸ™‚ Yes, my husband and I still work M-F, so the weekends bring freedom to do what we want – to spend more time with each other or family and friends, and to just enjoy our home and the surroundings. Although we can’t retire yet, we are both mentally ready for it, but we have a few more years to go. πŸ™‚ I’m keeping you and your wife in prayer and good thoughts, too…

  2. I know those thoughts will resonate with all your readers. I remember as a small child in a three wheeler wishing I was grown up at 16. Little did I realize that when I did turn 16 I had a lot of growing up to do. lol.

  3. Just paid a portion of my college loan, Mom! Responsibilities have definitely lost their appeal. What I would give to go back when the only worries I had were which Barbies to play with or how to spy on you and dad with Michael without you seeing! Haha

    • And you have only begun, Steph! πŸ™‚ I think back on when you both were little though, and they are definitely precious memories. Love you, and have a good day today! See you later! πŸ’•

    • Thank you for your lovely words, Sarah. I think now that both of my parents are gone, I’ve been reminiscing a lot. But, the “paying bills” part of adulting can be taken away…anytime…no problem there. πŸ™‚ πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

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