Eventually we all grow up; in different ways, and on different schedules, but I believe that we do.
The faster it happens, the better off we are. That’s my opinion anyway. I’m not talking about having childhood trauma throw you into the world of adulthood prematurely. No. What I’m talking about is growing up and accepting your responsibility as an adult.
This included how you treat other people, and how your actions and words make them feel.
In other words, I don’t subscribe to the bullshit about living ones own life ignorant of the collateral damage it leaves behind like flaming shrapnel. Sometimes being a responsible adult means missing out on, or rescheduling something way more delicious than living up to a responsibility.
For some reason, we have mistaken the idea of self-care with selfishness. Seriously, we’ve reached the tipping point, and it’s pretty ugly.
I’ve witnessed it, and stumbled over my own expectations of an instagram-worthy life.
Take a look at this:
That is a hell of a lot of work for a bath. I confess to having a candle-lit set up in my own little piece of heaven, otherwise known as the loo. I’m a social media addict, snapping and posting pics as if my life depended on it.
It doesn’t though. What means more than a bunch of likes is the actual time I get to spend with the people I care about. It seems to be getting harder and harder to carve out that time, what with shift work, a partner, and a child on the cusp of a big transition.
Self-care is a must, and empathy is also a must. It can be a fine balance when we live our lives with very narrow margins; lack of time, money or other resources. When we finally develop into a stage of all-grown-upness, it seems as if we find ourselves livnig a life so fast that we have no time to nurture the meaningful connections that give our lives meaning.
Our connection to one another is the most important thing we have, and we musn’t let the world convince us otherwise.