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The Twentysomething Awakening: Random Thoughts

Last week when a senior colleague asked me when I'm going to get married and have kids, I said something that made me take pause. I said I can't even imagine having kids when I still feel like a kid myself. PAUSE, I'm in my late twenties, why do I still feel like a kid?  I did what every millennial would, I googled it...

Apparently, it's a  thing. For some people, it's  psychological thing, adults with careers, kids, houses and spouses who feel like they are playing house and not grown up enough for these responsibilities. For others, they are literal children in adults bodies with mum and dad taking care of them.

Apparently there's a generation (or a portion thereof) that refuses to grow up, no  mortgage, no marriage, no children and definitely no career plan. Crazy right?


I feel like a kid playing grown up, the only thing I've checked off on the grown up list is a career, no mortgage, spouse or kids. This is such a first world problem though. Why am I caught up in a first world problem? Arrgh!

The solution would be meeting and marrying Mr Right and having 2.5 kids getting a house and a husky named Lucky, right ? And just where is he? I don't know!  But is that really all that's keeping me from being grown up? All I need is a man and the rest of my life will begin? Twenty year old feminist me would start a riot if she thought this will be her thoughts in the not so distant future.



What are the signposts for adulthood that do not include a mortgage, spouse and kids?
I've got the career and not living at home thing down. I pay taxes! For the first ever I filed my tax return forms on time!

Am I on the verge of becoming a TWIT? Teenage women in their thirties? OMG, someone call in reinforcements! Google defines adulthood as the state or condition of being fully grown or mature. Does that apply to me? I don't even have matching socks! I don't want to be a TWIT but what are my options really? I'm not anti-marriage but I don't plan on shackling myself to just anyone, I want a Godly, intelligent man.

My life is nothing like I pictured it would be. I want to go on a road trip, but the bloggers keep saying that's not the answer. How do they know it won't work for me?

What am I doing with my life? If I died tonight, would my life have meant something?




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