That is the bloody big question. This blog. My life. Adulting. Not quite adulting. Not wanting to adult what-so-ever but having to do it anyway. I’m not going to bore you with what you already know here, but today’s post revolves around something 99% of the world have a serious addiction to. That morning brew. Liquid gold. “I can’t function until I have a cup”. Yep – I’m talking about coffee.
Those born in Year of the Adult have a reputation of being organised, committed and responsible. Adults are known for turning down a boozy night out for a sophisticated restaurant meal or an evening spent on the couch; both of which end in heading to bed before 10pm. Adults may often seem irritated, exhausted and overworked, and whilst they may seem financially secure from the outside of their recently purchased and extremely moderate home, they are well accustomed to the term ‘mortgage’ and the phrase ‘I can’t afford to do that at the moment’.
They say growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional. As I get older, I’m learning this option is one I need to take very seriously, because being an adult comes with a whole string of questions attached.