The Life of a Grown Up

Hey adults,

Don’t you sometimes wish you could travel back to your childhood?

To go back to the simple times when you didn’t have to work and could simply enjoy the freedom of living life fearlessly. What ever happened to living like that?

Now that I’m a grown up, 25 years, 9 months, and 18 days old to be exact, I have found that life is not what it always used to seem. Having to undergo certain experiences in the transition to adulthood has left me with a different perspective that seems to keep me stuck in disappointment and fear.

I mean, who wants to have to work a job 5 days a week for the majority of the year, according to someone else hours and time schedule? The last time I checked, that’s just about considered slavery.- doing what someone else tells you to do, when they want you to do it. Is that really acceptable to you?

Still want to be a grownup?

Not me.

Not that I’m going to sit around sucking on a pacifier or anything, but damn. When did shit get so real?

Because of these current realizations, stacked right smack dab on top of my disgust for my career in journalism, I am decided to go on the lam. Alright, not really.

But I have decided to start my own business.

No longer will I accept the principles and lifestyle choices that have been “set in stone” for us by previous generations. No more.

I will follow my own path and become an entrepreneur so I can fully take control of my own life.

If you would like to join me in the I’m a Grownup Now Movement then please, return to this blog at your convenience. It’s time to wake some people the fuck up and spread the word.

So take your hand out of your pants, put the remote control down, and take control of your life.

And return soon ;

Now go you must.