My Log Flume Ride into Adulthood

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click

WHOOOSH!

I had a long time to click up this ride slowly, anticipating the plunge that was inevitable. The plummet into adulthood taunted me seemingly just out of reach.

I worked, but wasn’t full time. I saved for retirement, but not aggressively. I went to bed when I felt like it.

But all of that has changed.

I am now riding the log flume plunge directly into adulthood. I would have considered myself mature before. I wasn’t stuck in college life for the past decade, but life has changed. I plan for the future in all new ways. I’ve spent the last several months consumed with thoughts of health insurance, 401K’s, and flexible spending accounts. When I was offered and accepted my current position, a friend of mine began calling it my “big girl job” because it was official, full time, and steady. I worked nearly 40 hours a week on the neuro team, but it was just different, more flexible, less certain, and most crucially, without benefits.

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“Big girl” decisions have become commonplace over the past several months. Everything from packing my lunch to going to bed on time to buying stock. I’m realizing that I am an adult. I’m saving for retirement in new and exciting ways (if such a thing is possible). I did a little dance in my room when I sent in my last check for my private health insurance plan, knowing that I’d be saving money with my new found and ridiculously exciting benefits. I check my paycheck statement for this magical thing called PDO. These things are new and exciting and require oodles of decision making.

It’s been a wild ride. More rewarding and more challenging than I anticipated. I eagerly anticipate the next plummet on the log flume ride of life. And with my birthday just around the corner I shout, “Bring it on, Life! I’m ready!”

What about you? What exciting plunge are you anticipating in life?

 

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