If you’ve ever been fired, dumped, evicted or displaced, you know how a sudden shift in your circumstances can rattle your sense of identity in unexpected ways.
Without that job title, will you have the same mojo? In a different house, on a different street, will you still feel at peace with yourself? Without your girlfriend or your wife, without regular calls from this friend or that, will you still feel sure of yourself?
Maybe becoming a mature adult means understanding what makes us happy, what keeps us alive, and what might be holding us back.
Most of us never quite adjust to the realities of adulthood. We greet the unrelenting responsibilities and inconveniences that accompany the dream – bill payments, dentist appointments, lobolo, meal preparation – with the eye-rolling exasperation of teenagers.
Having spent our youth imagining that being an adult meant reading great books and sipping sherry in leather armchairs in the “study,” we’re indignant to discover that we don’t like sherry, or that we don’t have a study, or even that, when placed in an actual study with a book and a glass of sherry, we find ourselves wanting to play Call of Duty instead.
Growing up kinda sucks.