(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)
Five Minute Friday: Decide
“I can’t adult today. Please don’t make me adult.”
This sentiment is shared now and then via social media: Wouldn’t it be nice to know somebody else is handling things? Wouldn’t it be nice for somebody else to decide?
Do we have enough life insurance? When is it time to replace the roof? Which political candidate is the best choice? Should we take the high deductible/low premium health insurance or vice versa? What’s for dinner for crying out loud?
This notion of “being an adult” is more than we bargained for before we actually grew up.
I can relate.
Please…somebody…just decide already and let me know the plan.
Of course, I would not like the opposite – of never having a say, of never getting to decide, of always waiting for the “grown up(s)” to let me know the decision.
Perhaps the sweet spot is to live life willing to step up and “adult” when appropriate, remaining open to collaboration with other “adults” and children to explore and discuss options.
Perhaps the sweet spot is to live life willing to express an opinion, willing to appreciate other perspectives, willing to offer and receive help and advice.
I guess I have decided to be an adult after all.