How to adult pt. 3

Hello lovely people!

Hope you had a lovely week so far!

For some reason I really like the expression “how to adult“. Not because there’s a particular guide we all need to follow in order to become successful adults, but because it sounds relatively existential and I believe all of us at some point wonder how exactly to do that thing called ADULTING.

I’ve always imagined that being an adult will automatically mean I’d be super organised, have enormous amount of energy and time to get everything done. I thought that I’d be able to juggle many tasks such as my education, my relationship, my work, my home chores and all the other activities I keep on getting myself into.

Honestly, I’ve been a crappy adult recently (compared to my imaginary standards at least). I’ve managed to get all the things I need done except for one – organise my new flat and keep it tidy. Even though having everything relatively under control should be satisfying enough, I feel like I’m not accomplishing anything. I don’t have the energy to go to the gym, to cook, to write, even to go out and do what I used to love doing the most – singing.

Today has been an especially difficult day for me, and my usual methods of self-motivation didn’t really work AT ALL.

I’m currently sitting on my couch, watching TV while writing this, eating lentil crisps and drinking tea. (Chamomile for those of you who want to know…it’s good for the nerves and calms me down) 

Meanwhile, my bedroom looks like a village hit by a bomb in World War II, the floor covered in MY clothes. At the same time my spare room, called the Armory, because of my boyfriend’s passion for Renaissance Martial Arts (a.k.a. sword fighting) and the amount of actual swords he owns, serves as an endless black hole for everything we don’t want people to see.

LRM_EXPORT_17176933183863_20181003_224835385.jpegBoth of those rooms have probably been like this for over 2 weeks now. Every day I promise myself I’ll get stuff sorted, because I have a peculiar way of organising things (and my boyfriend is lovely enough to let me deal with it, even if it means having to put up with the charades that lead to what in my opinion is an organised home), and I never do. The worst thing is I feel like I’m not only letting him down, but also myself. And honestly, I’m my own worst critique.

So here I am, sitting on my couch, sipping tea (cause it’s too hot to drink) and trying to explain to the world how to adult.

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The truth is, life is filled with imperfections that make it special. We all need to learn how to accept them and love them for they are unique to each one of us. Once we learn to appreciate our own little universes of experience, emotions, possessions, adventures and lessons, we would be able to call ourselves ADULTs.

I’m still working on that… ARE YOU?

Be Kind.

Much love,

Dan x

One thought on “How to adult pt. 3

  1. alliesobsession says:

    Honestly you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself! Sometimes we all need to just rest and recharge, if that means you won’t clean for awhile, so be it! Have fun, enjoy life and don’t give a shit if your apartment is a mess, we all have our moments, when the mood strikes you’ll be cleaning all day (probably) 😹😻

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