Redefining Adulthood

I’ve noticed a trend among adults:  We don’t want to be them.

Adults, I mean.

Oh sure, when the benefits outweigh the burdens we’re there to sign up – in triplicate.  But when the burdens tip the scale and we’re weighed down with the cares of the world on our shoulders …


… well, we’d like to rip those candles off the cake and start again.

Do we really wanna go back?

If not this ^^^ early, then maybe somewhere around ten years old.

Alas, however, candles burn not only at one end, they are fearfully additive-ly inclined and we cannot go back.  So … we must go on.

As adults.

But we don’t have to go on the way we always have.  Or we’ve been trained to.  Or we’ve convinced ourselves we must.  We must be adults – candles don’t lie – but must we be the modern definition of adults?

Maybe it’s time to redefine adulthood.

Back when I was a kid, adulthood’s slogan seemed to be: “He who dies with the most toys wins.”

Our generation has somewhat scoffed at that mantra, like a good generational gap should do.   But with what we replaced it, well, I’m just not thrilled:

“He who lives (dies?) with the fullest calendar and the most stress wins.”

Wins?  Really?

For all the fussin’ I hear about how stressed folks are, if that’s winnin’, well, I used to be on that “winning team,” but anymore?  I’d rather lose, thank you very much.

Instead of signing out of adulthood, as if it’s a volunteer position in a not-for-profit organization, why don’t we redefine adulthood?

I have some ideas, but …

How would YOU like adulthood redefined?



Copyright @2012SuzanneBroadhurst


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