As a budding adult I’ve realized one thing that is very clear to me.
I don’t want to grow up.
Back in the day I could not WAIT to be “grown”, but as I get older I realize that being “grown” is highly overrated. If I could somehow alter my past request of “I can’t wait til I grow up”, it would read more like “I can’t wait til I retire.” Or something crazy like that because this whole middle phase of trying to make it, is not the business.
At this point in my life I’m not above being swept off my feet by a man that makes more money than I, already has a house I can move into, & is ready to have me pop out some kids with no expectation of me going back to work. Now I can hear you 21st century women hollering now bout being “independent” but you can kindly have a seat _. It’s my life trick.
Of course he has to offer more than stability, but please believe me, if I met a good man that was ready to cuff me, I’d gladly become a “prisoner” if that means an end to budgeting and re-budgeting to make ends meet, prowling the internet for hours trying to decide if I want to take on thousands of dollars in debt for a degree (in the hopes of getting a better job), or surfing the internet for another job to supplement the one I already have, OR praying I don’t get sick, need dental work or run out of contacts or anything else that would require a doctor’s visit other than my annual. I’d wear an orange jumpsuit and ALL.
My only other hope besides actually “making it”, retirement and/or a man is winning the lottery. Now we all know my chances of that happening. And if you don’t know, well, I have a 0% chance because I don’t play. (-_-)
Now don’t get me wrong, currently I’m holding my own. Do I like being able to say “I’m independent. I take care of my own”? Yes. I do. Buttttt, I wouldn’t mind not having to. So I suppose until those things happen I’ll keep on keeping on. I have Trey Songz “Just gotta make it” on replay in my head, let’s just hope that one day it becomes Drake’s “Started from the bottom now we here…”