Calling Bullshit On Growing Up Being A Bad Thing

There’s a meme that I have screenshot which will never fail to make me smile.

Me at 18: When I’m 25 I’m going to own my own house, have a great job and be married.

Me at 25: you know what Sandra? Make that two supreme pizzas.

It’s funny because it’s true and #relatable. Didn’t our 18-year old selves all think we’d completely have our shit together in our twenties? Whereas when we’re actually in our twenties, we’re in that awkward stage of being semi-grown up, having all of these new responsibilities, jobs at work with ‘titles’, paydays and budgets to work out, but all without quite knowing what to do with it and how to act about it all.

What strikes me as odd, in some ways, is that our younger – albeit more clueless – selves embraced the idea of totally self-sufficient adulthood, but right now we seem to have this strange internet culture where we’re simultaneously scared of becoming fully-fledged adults, bemoaning adulting and doing things like paying bills and sorting out credit cards, yet also wanting to be total #GirlBosses that are nailing all things grown-up. We talk about being ‘independent women’ whilst eschewing certain things that bring us that exact independence and autonomy.

I’ll get real for a moment though. Of course this new-found adult life isn’t all post-work margaritas with your colleagues on payday and a sophisticated cheese and wine night on a Sunday, like pop-culture can so often make it seem. With an uncertain and somewhat terrifying future lying ahead – dismal job prospects and lack of job security, untouchable house prices, global political unrest (not to mention what’s happened on our front door over the past 18 months – Brexit and the general election, and across the pond with urgh, Trump) – much like a Primark end of season sale, I can see reasons why everyone is more than a little sceptical and reluctant to take a step forward into it.

But contrary to all of this, I absolutely love growing up. Since graduating from my first degree and moving to London, every single year my life has got better and better as I’ve become more and more responsible, got more clued up, and got more of my shit together.

Last month I moved into my own flat. By that I mean renting, of course! It is London, after all, and there is no bloody way I could afford to buy around here by myself (and would I even want to in this market? Ok I’ll save the rant on renting vs buying for another blog post…) Nothing feels more empowering than learning to do things for yourself – especially the adult things. I put up several bits of furniture totally solo (despite a few guys offering to help, nah babe I got this!) fixed a window (okay I had one phone call to my dad to help out a little bit), organised my bills, purchased a Dyson hoover, and spent money on actual nice interiors stuff from places other than IKEA. I actually have a DIY drawer!

Moving in solo has taught me to do things for myself. I enjoy the new challenges that come my way because they’re so satisfying, and I took great offence when my dad absolutely insisted on coming down to help rewire the television for its new place in the lounge because I wanted to do it all by myself. I saw it as a new challenge, and the fact he had to come down and do it for me made me feel incompetent. All of this stuff feels liberating in the tiniest little way.

Perhaps this love of growing up has something to do with my upbringing. I love my parents, but I was totally over-protected and felt like I missed out on a lot growing up. Being an actual adult now means I can do what I want, when I want, without having to call my parents for help or permission. I couldn’t think of anything worse than clinging onto those younger years, and the dependency that came with it.

It’s not just about loving new-found responsibilities, however. I feel more confident, too. I’ve written before about my experiences being bullied, and how they affected me and my confidence, but as I’ve grown older I’ve become more self-assured. I’ve learnt from the workplace and from building my own business how to stand up for myself and get what I want professionally – yes, I still have so much to learn. My early twenties were a blur where I lacked all clarity and direction. It was like walking with a blindfold on, hoping whatever I was grasping at would take me in the right direction. Now, I feel like I’m there. I feel safe and happy – and the idea of growing and learning more excites me rather than scares, saddens or disillusions me.

When I had a reunion with my home friends in July, we spent our time talking about how great life is – promotions at work, pay rises, ENGAGEMENTS! Someone actually wants to MARRY one of my friends?! – and it was so amazing to know we’re all doing so well. This conversation replaced the ones we had in our early twenties, talking about struggling to pay rent, our shitty junior roles at work, not knowing where life was taking us. Now look at us. I wouldn’t trade my years now to go back to how I was when I was 22, not for one second. In the past year I’ve even noticed that I refer to myself as an actual woman, rather than a girl, because the word girl just feels so infantilised.

Growing up is about being independent, coming in at 4am and making toast without pissing everyone else off, it’s about not having to answer to anyone else, you can binge-watch that Netflix series and you can assemble flat-pack furniture quicker than you can say 60 Second Makeover, you can pay all of your bills on time and still afford to buy that coat you’ve been lusting after from Topshop since last payday. It’s the liberating feeling of bringing a boy back to your house without your mother questioning his job, salary, and where he went to university. It’s knowing that if there was a zombie apocalypse, you’d probably survive at least 60 minutes into the film adaptation.

Getting older is not about saying goodbye to frivolous times: it doesn’t mean you can’t be silly. If anything, I still feel like I’m 19 a lot of the time, but with all of the extra added benefits of being a grown up – financial security, freedom, and much better eyebrows. There is no line that you cross between being a fun young adult and a boring grown up. It’s all perception – and you can be grown up and still have fun which doesn’t involve libraries or car boot sales and 8pm bedtimes each night.

If you needed any proof then this is just about it:
The first weekend I moved into my flat – the weekend before my 26th birthday – all solo and self-sufficient, having essentially moved everything almost by myself. I felt like an actual proper grown up. On the Saturday, I had a crazy night out, woke up and in a hungover state, I accidentally ordered 2 pizzas.

I essentially became both parts of that meme – minus the marriage and the owning the house – but almost. There’s nothing wrong with growing up. Not right now, anyway.

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  1. Being an adult is tough. Some days I think I have it cracked, others my life seems to be falling apart but I am ok with that! growing up has made me a stronger, better person that takes a lot less bullshit from people and has a lot more self confidence!

    Paying bills is always a pain in the ass though!
    Leanne |

  2. I was the same when I was gorwing up – totally believed that by the age I was 25 that I would have a house or flat of my own and be in a secure, highly paid job etc.

    I completely agree, being independent makes you a lot stronger and brings out your confidence, that's one thing that can make you feel like an adult!

    But being an adult is never bloody straightforward!

    Lucy |

  3. I have just found your blog and I love it so much. I am so coming back for more! I love the post your thoughts and the way you write. I feel guitly I am 25 now and I am just on the start of that journey. But I feel things changing. Me changing. I feel more like a woman then a girl. And I love it. Three years ago I moved to England and I have started a new life in different country all by myself. And there were moments my mum told me to leave and come back home. Come back to live in my old room and let my mum help me. But the fact I stayed and I went through all on my own made me feel so independent. Yeah we do pay bills. But I love the fact I pay my bills, by myself and still have enough to live my life. Without clinging to anyone. It took me a bit longer but for the first time I am actually excited about all that adulthood :).

  4. YES YES YES! Never understood why people hate growing up.. thank you so much for these words! Feel totally connected to you girl!

    xx Lisa |

  5. I wrote about this last week. I'm sick of seeing people moan about not wanting to 'adult'. Like yeah it's OK to want to stay in bed all day and not want to face the world, but it's not OK to run away from your responsibilities. Stop whinging and get on with ha
    Laura x

  6. I love this Soph! Even though I’m only 19 still, I am really loving growing up and seeing what each year or even what each month’s brings for me.

    I like taking each day as it comes – sometimes I worry about the future but I also love tree thought of what’s to come! Xxx

  7. 'Adulting' I'd say on one hand is better than being younger in that as you say there's independence, you have your own money, and it is quite exciting building for a hopefully really popping future when older. It can also be SO tiring doing just this, working so hard to build this future, but then at the same time it can be quite exciting when you see a few things come together. So I love it and hate it at the same time. I graduated from university last summer, and I definitely miss it but see the merits in the 'adult' life.

  8. This post is all kinds of incredible and at 23, I am finally feeling like I have so much to be excited for in the years to come, rather than missing the days when I was in high school and more 'carefree.' Seriously, this post was such a mood lifter- thank you!

    Julia // The Sunday Mode

  9. I turned 30 this year and that was a bit of a trauma, I'll admit. I don't think so much for the adulting and getting your sh*t together part, but rather for the "how fast time is passing by and realising I don't have enough time to fulfil my dreams"… I loved this post in any case and yes, I also feel more like a woman than a girl and enjoy my independence and financial security, while you can still choose to dress like a 19 year old or get excited at a Disney movie like your younger self would have, hahahaa. Are you planning on a tour of your new place? Curious to see those DIYs 🙂 Happy Sunday, Sophie!

    Saida | She talks Glam