Wait… I’m in Charge of This?

I don’t know who needs to hear this… but we all deserve a round of applause for the way we tackle adulthood.

When I was much younger, I distinctly remember telling my sister, “I can’t wait to grow up.” What… exactly… was I thinking?

No one told me “growing up” meant waking up every day like,
“Wait… I’m in charge of this?” And by “this,” I mean everything.
The bills. The decisions.
The responsibility.
The remembering of things nobody reminds you to remember.

Let’s also talk about the confidence we had as kids. We really believed adulthood meant freedom. Do what you want. Go where you want. Be who you want.

Nobody mentioned the fine print.

The part where you have to make decisions all day, pay for everything you enjoy, and somehow still have energy left to be a functioning human being.

And don’t let you finally sit down. Because the moment you get comfortable, your brain whispers, “You forgot something.”

Now you’re negotiating. Is it important… or is it tomorrow’s problem? Be honest. Half the time, tomorrow wakes up with a to-do list it didn’t ask for.

And plans? Oh, we make them. “We should definitely go out.” And then the day arrives, and suddenly staying home feels like a well-thought-out life decision.

You start doing quiet calculations. How long will I be out? What’s the parking situation? Can I leave early without announcing it?

Because at this point, peace isn’t just a preference. It’s a priority.

And somehow, in the middle of all of this, we’re still doing it. Still showing up. Still figuring it out. Still pretending we know exactly what we’re doing.

We don’t. But we are fully committed to the role.

So yes… round of applause.

Because being in charge of your entire life every single day, with no rehearsal, no manual, and no one coming to double-check your work… that deserves recognition.

Even if you’re still figuring it out… again.