You don’t know how or when it happens, exactly. You don’t just wake up one day an adult. I mean, you do just wake up one day and you’re 30 (or 28, as the case may be). But it’s a gradual thing.
You suddenly start listening to less “pop” radio and more “adult top 40” or, heaven forbid, “adult contemporary” or even “oldies” (since when are songs released in 1992 considered “oldies”?). You have a Christmas card list longer than your arm. You can’t eat certain foods you used to love because they give you indigestion (do you know how sad it makes me that Thai spicy basil noodles are no longer a lunch that makes my stomach happy?). You prefer a quiet night at home with a good bottle of wine or a good old movie to a night out on the town. You can’t stay up past 10 pm without your eyelids sagging and your speech getting slurred.
You’ve now entered adulthood.
Your friends are married, or engaged, or seeing someone pretty seriously. Some have kids. Your parents are entering Senior Citizen-hood, with all the lovely ailments that go along with it. Your baby sister or brother has been drinking – legally – for a few years, and your baby cousin posts endless photos of her college parties on Facebook.
You’re not a kid anymore.
You suddenly realize you prefer comfy loafers to stylish stilettos, love cuddling up to a nice cozy sweater, and your idea of a sexy outfit is a nice soft tee shirt and jeans. You’re comfortable with yourself, your relationship, your home. You’ve got a career – or at least a job – and you’re making mortgage or rent payments with relative consistency.
You’re getting old!
What can we do about this phenomenon? This adultness, this maturity? Should we try to fight it? Or just embrace the soccer mom jeans and minivan for all it’s worth? Did our parents go through this phase? Our grandparents? Will our children? Can we stay cool as we fully immerse ourselves in adulthood?