Do you ever feel like you’re just pretending to be an adult?
I’ve been feeling that way lately. Yes, I have a job, pay bills, take care of my kids.
But at times, deep down, I still feel like I’m the most immature person and question why on earth people trust me with anything much less the lives of precious little children.
I guess it doesn’t help that I work in an industry where people pretend all the time, although I am on the other side of the industry. (i.e. I don’t act; I work backstage.)
I love video games, and goofing off, and playing on the computer. And I can hardly wait for Elder Scrolls Online to come out next month.
But I guess I do have some rather adult hobbies, too. I love reading (especially mystery novels), crocheting & trying to knit, sewing, cooking (sometimes), writing this blog, writing a novel of my own (or at least researching to write one), genealogy and history in general.
But I still feel like someone, somewhere made a mistake and someone, one day, is going to realize it and take away my “You are an Adult” card.
Anyone else feel this way even once in a blue moon?