{"id":6025,"date":"2015-04-30T10:00:52","date_gmt":"2015-04-30T15:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lovingonme.com\/?p=6025"},"modified":"2017-03-30T22:22:29","modified_gmt":"2017-03-31T03:22:29","slug":"the-best-part-of-being-an-adult","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/2015\/04\/30\/the-best-part-of-being-an-adult\/","title":{"rendered":"The Best Part of Being an Adult"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"adult\"<\/a>The best part of being an adult is having the freedom to do what I want, and the good sense not to do most of it! Don’t you agree?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Well, I hope all adults reading this blog would smile and give a nod of approval after thinking about all that has been done before adulthood. I am super happy that we were able to leave our formative years behind, that is, if we chose to do so.<\/p>\n

Imagine staying up until the early morning hours, taking shots of Jose Cuervo traced with Long Island iced tea while playing spoons, 21, dominoes or backgammon knowing that you have an 8 a.m. presentation to give your boss. Or even worse, having your 6-and 8-year-old children hovering over you wondering if you\u2019re dead because you are knocked out next to the toilet bowl. That would be utter madness to still have the very same behaviors some 20 years later. Some of our lists can go on for days when we look back at all the tangles we have been in and by His grace, we were able to escape.<\/p>\n

I remember the summer my parents decided to go on a cruise and leave me at home. Finally, I can prove how responsible I can be, I thought. My friends and I decided to go out on the town. One rule we had was to choose a designated driver who had to remain sober for the entire evening. We were having such a good time, from the trunk filled with alcohol, to stashing some in a brown bag walking down the bay, squawking and just making a scene. Even with our responsible \u201crule\u201d, that didn\u2019t prevent what could have been the last day of our lives.<\/p>\n

We were driving a little over the speed limit and cracking jokes and not being as vigilant as we should, and in a split second, our car was making a 360\u00b0 turn in the middle of a two-way street, enclosed with walls on either side. My eyes popped open as I saw the oncoming vehicles slide across the road in an effort not to hit us. We were out of control and as we looked at each others’ faces, the fear of dying was evident. All I remember from that evening was, \u201cHold the wheel!\u201d and my friend did as I commanded and slowly everything stood still, including time. She started crying, I began screaming and someone else was just laughing. It wasn\u2019t that we didn\u2019t value our lives. We just didn\u2019t understand the value<\/em> of life<\/em>.<\/p>\n

I believe most of us can say that a lot of things have changed and those that remain the same, we treat with a bit more caution, hesitation, wisdom and even discipline, to some degree.<\/p>\n

Time brings on changes and with age, comes a sense of self awareness and control. We waited for 21 to receive admittance into an adult night club, to be considered of legal age and to make decisions about a job or a car. Then came 25, and we were able to insure our cars, contemplated settling down and getting engaged\/married and planning where to live or what to purchase. Once 30 rolled in, it made one pause and revisit all decisions made thus far.<\/p>\n

You remember your youthful days, forgetting that you are still young, enjoying the carefree and careless attitude towards life. Now you are responsible for a family, mortgage, paying off student loans and looking for a salary increase which can result in a new career opportunity. Your wheels are spinning because you don\u2019t feel accomplished and if you are, it may feel that something else is missing. For the next 5 years, life just happens and then you open your eyes one day and your significant other says, \u201cGood morning, old woman. 40 is knocking at your door\u201d. You wake up sweating, heart beating. There is no way all that time has gone by!<\/p>\n

I haven\u2019t done all that I had set out to do. I became a wife, mother, career woman, charitable person and stayed in control, but I\u2019m not done yet. Then you realize that you’re only 35 and you have so many years of living and loving to do.<\/p>\n

I heard 40 is the new 20, where you can relive those days when self control didn\u2019t exist much and you didn\u2019t have the sense to know that you can drink responsibly and send the children to Grandma\u2019s house so they don\u2019t see you after a flashback night. You can still have a great evening on the town and still get enough hours of sleep to be prepared for the next day and to budget your money so that you\u2019re not on the eviction notice list because you had to purchase those new pumps.<\/p>\n

Self control is tied to your belief system and everyday and at every opportunity, you should be getting wiser and making the decisions that set the course for your life and for the third and fourth generations of responsible citizens of this great world.<\/p>\n

What’s your best part of being an adult? Share with the Loving on Me tribe in the comments section below.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The best part of being an adult is having the freedom to do what I want, and the good sense not to do most of it! Don’t you agree? Well, I hope all adults reading this blog would smile and give a nod of approval after thinking about all that has been done before adulthood. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":12147,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"sharing_disabled":false,"switch_like_status":false,"spay_email":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":""},"categories":[204997546,114917237],"tags":[204997769,204997759,204997559],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/iStock-woman-thinking-1000.jpg","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4eAxC-1zb","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6025"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/40"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6025"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6025\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9479,"href":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6025\/revisions\/9479"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12147"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6025"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6025"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6025"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}