I am tired of being an adult, actually THE adult. The person everyone turns to when they can’t make a decision. Growing up, I was one of the youngest. The youngest child, the younger of my cousins, and even one of the youngest kids in the neighborhood. There were some advantages, but not many. You never got a window seat in the car, got to pick what to watch on TV, or the first to ride the hand-me-down bike. But no one EVER asked you what you thought they should do.
I grew up into a practical, level-headed adult. Calm in a crisis; both professionally and personally. The one who could figure out anything. I’m that go-to person. I’ll admit, this was a role I once cherished. Heck, I stepped up and even over when I felt others were slacking. Looking back, I’ve come to the conclusion that our ability to handle different issues is directly related to those around us. The less others did, the more I did. The more I did, the less they did. Bottom line, I became an enabler.
I’m sure at some point, I needed the subconscious accolades that came with being that person. Not so much anymore. I’m tired of making decisions and being responsible, but I must admit, I really like the view from the window seat.