Grown Ups

That's what we are, me and my friends. And how do I know? Well, we have grown-up problems, that is how I know.

We have financial problems. One friend's husband is in real estate, so I don't have to say much about that. One friend started a pre-school so they could make ends meet. One friend had to refinance her home to ease up on her tight budget. I don't have a job and have to access retirement savings.

We have family problems. More than one of my friends has gotten divorced. Some of my friends have rebellious children, children who have learning disabilities, children who are sick or parents who have died.

We have mental and emotional issues. I've had trouble with my thyroid for several years now, and it has caused depression and other problems with my health. One friend has anxiety issues. More than one friend has depression.

We have health problems. Many of my friends are infertile. Some friends have had diseases, including cancer.

When I was young, I wanted to grow up. I wanted to take care of myself and I thought that being a grown-up meant a certain sense of freedom to do what I wanted to do. I didn't realize that as an adult, you have to pay bills, keep jobs, and attend to your health. It's a little shocking to think that this is real life.

It isn't that life is bad or that I'm not happy or grateful. Some days are hard, for sure, but I'm not unhappy. It's just because sometimes, all of the trouble catches you by surprise. And you realize that you are a grown-up, and it isn't all fun and games.