Is Adulthood Supposed To Feel Like This?
I can’t be the only one this damned tired.
I’m exhausted.
Between one day job, one side job, the Medium Creator Fellowship, finding time to work out, getting proper sleep without the need for naps, managing my household, paying all my bills, and feeding myself more than once a day, I often say to no one in particular that humans aren’t supposed to live like this.
Notice how that aforementioned paragraph left out all the other activities I’d like to do like date, see my family, play video games, watch TV, and mindlessly shrink my bank account with Amazon purchases.
Oh, yeah. I’d like to have kids someday, which will be in ADDITION to all the things I just named, with, likely, nothing being removed from an already overflowing plate of responsibilities.
My mother managed to do most of these things at this age, including being a single mother of six children, three of which were under five years old at the time.
I have no idea how she didn’t consistently lose her shit.
I start every day with the promise of doing better than the day before. Of being more responsible, more intentional, more in-tune with the present.
