I’m writing articles for Bedlam Magazine.
I’m really proud of being a staff writer for them. It’s a great community. I’ll be sharing here when I have an article over there.
Today, I’m talking about adulthood and how we are all making it up.
I am 13.
At least that’s what it feels like in my chest. I perceive myself to be this scrawny, pubescent teenager with big glasses and bad hair. Everyone else in the room is an adult. I’m the only one faking. I’m the impostor. I’m pretending to be an adult, dressed up in my parent’s clothes, trying to fill shoes that are far too big for me.
But I am over the age of 18. I have a job and an apartment. I am married with two kids. The bills get paid (mostly) and I file taxes. These are adult things that I am doing… along with laundry, cleaning, cooking, grocery shopping, going to the doctor, and everything else that makes up life. I have a family, kids I am raising. There are all of these adult things in my life.
So why do I feel like such a child?
Please tell me I’m not alone with this. I mean, it would make sense if I was, and it would give me something else to talk about with my therapist. But I have a feeling that I’m not the only one who feels like they are faking this adulthood thing.
We all have Impostor Syndrome at some point in our lives, and some of us carry that into adulthood with us. We look around at what our neighbors have- a house, a career, a family, and assume that they have this adult thing down while we are just making it up as we go.
Truth is, we are all making it up as we go.