Being an adult is great, isn’t it? I mean, sure, we’re getting older so there are a few more wrinkles, there are more responsibilities, and the shit that is council tax is a massive pain in the bank balance.
But, overall, being an adult is awesome. We free to make our own decisions about our life, we can go out and drink nice cocktails if we want to and we can stay up past midnight without anyone telling us to go to bed. Although the amount of times I stay up past midnight is very rare because TIRED and I WANT MY SLEEP.
One thing about adulthood that is a bit tricky though is finding balance.
Or at least I find it tricky.
There’s just so much going on.
This is me.
Tidying the flat
And then there’s all the other stuff in between.
But there are only so many hours in the day. I usually wake at 6.30am, then I’m in work for 8. I’m back home for around 5ish and then by the time I’ve cooked, eaten and cleaned up it’s usually around 6.30pm/7pm depending on what I’m cooking or what other stuff I’m doing. When I write it out like that, that gives me 3 hours – before my self-imposed bedtime of 10pm – to get shit done.
But, sometimes I feel myself getting a little overwhelmed and I’m sure I’m not the only one that feels like this. I feel like I’m being lazy or not proactive enough in getting stuff done.
There are many points through the week where I think things like…
“I haven’t written a blog post this week.”
“I need to call my Mum.”
“It’s been ages since I chilled with my buddies.”
“This floor desperately needs a sweep.”
“My bedroom is a MESS.”
I always feel like I’m playing catch up. But, it’s about finding that balance. Something I am yet to master. Something is always having to give at the moment. Whether that’s me not writing a blog post, or not getting enough sleep. Maybe I haven’t seen my Dad in a while or that drawer where I put all my junk, well it’s been the drawer where I put all my junk for a long time.
But, are we – am I? – being too hard on ourselves? Is there any such thing as having your shit together, something which maybe makes finding balance seem attainable when really, it’s not.
Maybe I’m fine, maybe struggling to find a balance is just a part of being an adult.
Or maybe I’m just a disorganised mess that really, just needs to get her shit together.
How do you manage when trying to find a balance in adult life? Is it even possible?