I feel like I’m 22 going on 52
Man, this has been a hard week.
Work has been really stressful and I’m trying to figure out how to leave the headaches in my cubicle and come home with a smile. Blasting obscene rap music has been surprisingly calming. Being stuck in rush hour traffic…not so much.
I used to wonder as a kid why my parents looked so tired after work, why my mom found making dinner for the four of us so difficult, why my dad insisted that we help him out with housework. I thought, “Well, I have to go to school for 8 hours too and I have to do homework, what’s the big deal about cooking and laundry? They have it so much easier than I do.”
Now I can’t believe they didn’t go crazy from it all or feed us McDonald’s every night or make us wear dirty clothes to school.
It’s in moments like these, when you peel back another layer from the mythical persona of your parents, when you begin to understand their daily struggles and sacrifices and joys, when you realize that the decisions you make will actually define your life, that you can actually feel yourself growing up.
You know those growing pains you get when going through puberty, where you can actually feel your legs getting longer (or in my case, not that much longer)?
It’s kind of like that, but in your heart and in your gut.
My mom used to tell me to stretch my muscles, or to take more calcium or potassium to help with the pain. And whether or not that actually helped, I believed her and it felt better. But what do you do now that there is no straightforward answer?
What is the cure for growing-up pains?
**While I haven’t come to any long-term, life-shattering revelations, what’s helped me through this week has been a simple combination of: running + phone calls with Austin + vanilla bean ice-cream.