What I would love to say is that soooo many people have been asking me why I chose to call my blog Some Adulting Required. No one did, but I’m going to tell you why anyway, so here it is. I feel like becoming an adult is something that sort of sneaks up on you. Everything happens in steps. You don’t really notice that you’re dating seriously, getting married, having babies, paying rent, deciding where to live.
Interestingly enough, for me, these are things I’ve always wanted, things I’ve always expected to have. I also think I wanted all of these things so soon because my own sense of identity was constantly fading in and out of existence for so long. So much so that I was like, “well at least if I’m a wife and a mother, I am creating this part of my life that will be super consistent.” I needed something to ground me. I knew I needed that. Something other than my love/hate relationship with music and songwriting because, for me, there was (and is) so much pain attached to those things.
Quick sidebar: I love my husband, love my kiddos. I’m speaking retrospectively, now that I have more distance from who I was years ago.
Like I was saying, for me, the whole adulting thing snuck up on me. Sometimes I feel like I was fifteen five minutes ago. I used to say to a friend of mine, “We were twelve five seconds ago.” I said things like these because I could so vividly remember being a child, I thought that almost unqualified me to be an adult. And I still feel this way. I am twenty-six, I am married, I have an almost-two-year-old and a three-month old. I feel comfortable being who I am to the people in my life, but I can’t ignore the fact that sometimes I don’t even know how to take care of myself. It’s all completely paradoxical. Part of being an adult-like-person as a Millennial, or a Generation Z’er (this one’s for you, Joy), is recognizing that paradox and trying to come to terms with it. That’s what we’re doing here. Trying. Trying to find that balance between sitting in our parents laps (again, Joy, this one’s for you), and running after our own toddlers. And recognizing the fact that like makes no sense.
I don’t know about you guys, but I absolutely hate putting together furniture. I’ve done it a lot lately, because of moving and cribs and such. And I’m the kind of person who can’t follow directions (even though I’m obsessed with giving them out). Nope. I like to look at the picture and figure it out. I’m usually successful, just by the way. Anyway, every single thing I’ve put together comes in a box which reads “some assembly required”. I hate that. But it gave me a great idea. I knew that, in my blog, I wanted to talk about issues that people my age-ish face, and so I decided to name the blog after my confusing, frustrating, and amazing life.
Some Adulting Required is meant to talk about how life has no rule book (which, by the way, is so strange because we literally all go through the same things constantly). Through our blog and podcast (find us on podbean- The Some Adulting Required Podcast) and insta and FB and snap, etc., we just want to talk about all the things.
Kayla & Joy