Oh #adulting, you’re a strange beast sometimes. There are days where I totally feel like I’ve totally got it all together, and then there are other days where I’m waiting in the drive-thu of Taco Bell, crying like a child because I’m overwhelmed with life.

When I was a kid, I thought my parents completely had it together. I remember being a toddler and being in awe of the fact that my parents knew where food was, how to drive a car, the actual reason why the sky was blue…you know, all those things that signified “adulting” to the young, naive eye. And as I grew up, I learned that my parents had it even more together than I could have ever thought – they paid bills, they balanced check-books {WHAT?!}, had real-people jobs, and somehow seemed to balance everything with ease. I didn’t really know what age you officially became an adult, so I figured that once I was able to do all those things, I’d become an adult too.

And now, here I am at the age of 28 and I definitely don’t have my life together in all the ways I thought I would. In a lot of ways, I am a read adult – I have a “big girl” job, I live in a cute condo in Lincoln Park, I have hobbies {okay, it’s just blogging and drinking wine, but it still counts!}, have some great friends…you know, those “bigger” things in life are mostly checked off. But as always, the devil’s in the details, and for some reason I really can’t seem to ever go grocery shopping, find my way to the yoga studio {I swear I was distracted…} cook a meal that involves more than 2 ingredients {usually popcorn + butter, or bread + PB}, and clean under my bed – or really ever make my bed. The struggle is REAL, and all those things that I thought I would totally have together as a full fledged adult…which makes me realize that mayyyybe I’m not really quite a real grown-up yet.

A few weeks ago, my sweet mother came to visit and she decided to come a little early to help me get my life together. Again, adults probably don’t need their moms to come and fill their fridges with food since they only have condiments, but still – it was pretty nice of her to come fix my life for a day or two {and believe me, it was needed!} I told her that I felt that I didn’t quite have my life together, and that I felt that when she was my age she must have had it all figured out – especially since it always seemed like she had it together when I was a little girl.

She immediately looked at my like I was crazy and laughed at me, wondering why I would have ever thought that she had it figured out when she was my age. She reminded me that she was just starting graduate school, was having a mid-life crisis, and just trying to figure out how to be a healthier, happier person. While she probably had more food in her fridge than I did, she was just as lost at times as I probably feel on the regular too – so it’s probably okay that I don’t quite feel like I’m quite an adult yet either, especially considering the majority of adults feel the same way.

I’ll probably not actually feel like a full-fledged adult until I’m well into my 30’s {if not my 40’s or 50’s…}, but I’m okay with faking it ’till I make it in the adulting department until then. And to everyone who thinks I might actually have it together, I’m so happy that my acting has finally started to pay off. Don’t be fooled by styled Instagrams and blog posts, we’re all just faking it out here too – pretending to be adults while feeding ourselves popcorn for dinner since it’s the only thing we can make 😉

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