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I Choose To Be A Grown Up


Sometimes I don't really want to be a grown up. Sometimes acting like an adult is not what I want to do. I want to avoid responsibility and do what I want when I want it. That sounds like a textbook definition of what I thought being a grown up was all about when I was a child. I would get to do what I wanted when I wanted.

I thought I would get to stay up late, read books all day long, take trips, sleep in, drive a car, have my own place and make all my own decisions. I thought no one could tell me what to do if I were an adult. I never considered the parts of being an adult like paying bills, making sure the car and home stay in repair, doing laundry, and going to work every day. I certainly never realized my boss at whatever job I had would be able to tell me what to do.
The reality of adulthood is a bit different than I believed. The truth is that I can do what I want when I want including avoiding responsibility. The thing is that I know that every choice has a consequence. And by consequence I don't mean something negative. It is simply cause and effect. And today, I am aware of what consequences result when I stay up late, don't pay bills on time, sleep in, or don't follow my boss' directives. So it is really about not wanting the consequences.

I have free choice, and today I choose to do what is in front of me and take care of my responsibilities. Being an adult is awesome and actually taking responsibility for your own choices is a positive experience. Today, I feel good about being a grown up.

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