The idea of being an adult is such a strange concept to me. When is the exact moment you pass through that door? The day you stop being a child and start being a grown-up? Is it upon graduating high school or college? … landing your first full-time job? … being financially independent? … getting married? … having children? … or is it something much more abstract?
I am somewhere in the doorway between childhood and being an adult. I am no longer a kid… free of worries and responsibility. I graduated from college in 2009, traveled to the middle east for a 6 month internship and now I find myself living in Austin, Texas with a “big-girl” job and a plethora of rent, bills and college loans to payback. No, I’m definitely not a child. Am I an adult, though?
Certainly not. What is that thing that I want to do for the rest of my life? What is my calling and my purpose? Who is it exactly that God created me to be? There are so many dreams bouncing inside my head and I can’t seem to pin any one of them down. And though I’ve seen some of it, the world still seems like this really big and interesting- scary place I have yet to explore. Surely I’m not an adult with my still somewhat-idealistic views of life.
Right?
Does anyone ever really know when they make the plunge into adulthood? Does anyone ever REALLY feel like they are all grown up – completely sure of themselves and sure of their life’s calling?
I don’t know.
I can’t promise this to be the best blog ever written. It won’t be full of life altering thoughts, I’m sure. Nor will it be hilarious and exceedingly witty. But what I can tell you – it will be honest and full of questions and thoughts as I try to figure out life. As I learn about the world and myself. And most importantly, as I learn about my Lord and how I fit into His perfectly-perfect plan. As I learn, sometimes painfully, to trust His best.
