On the trials of being a grown-up...

y'know most of the time I really appreciate the benefits of being an adult - you get to decide what you do and when, you are able to help others, use your discernment etc. In fact I was thinking the other day about how much our culture promotes the idea that childish behaviour (like getting your own way, living a self-centred life) is a value to uphold and yet completely fail to be child-like in the way Jesus recommended it (asking questions and expecting trustworthy answers, humility, willingness to love)

however there are days I think I am too good at this, the emotional effort at 'holding it all together' becomes a real burden and that people have no idea that I sometimes (how will they know when?!) long for somebody to take the decisions for/look after me - and this especially applies to holidays for me - I know they are vital, but I actually find them quite stressful - who should I ask? Will they want to go? Where can we find, that we all want to go to, and can afford? Do we have time free at the same time? And after all that gets sorted we MUST have a 'good' time and we MUST come back relaxed and refreshed!!! ... no pressure then

... and so I sometimes long for the time when those decisions were made for me, and all I had to do was sit in the backseat of the car and refrain from arguing with my brother and we would arrive at some lovely location ready for exploration, new food, fun and sandcastles on the beach! Ho-hum!