Do you remember in your late teens or early 20s when looking over the age of 21 was an accomplishment? I never had a fake ID, but the few times I went to huge bar parties and snuck a drink (or two), that was an accomplishment. Needless to say, the bar was set low in my young adult life.
Toward my middle-young-adult life (did I just make that up?) I raised the bar a little higher. Mastering a Puccini aria with a high C (the musical note, not the sugary drink from our childhood). Chi il bel sogno di Doretta, the aria I sang when I made the honors recital one semester in college. It is an aria from Puccini’s La Rondine and it describes the character’s first kiss. (If you’d like to listen to my performance, you can find it here on iTunes.) Coincidentally, this performance came only two short months after meeting a wonderful guy that I was heads-over-heels for.
Was it a case of real life inspiring my inner-artist to perform my best…or was it the case of artistry enhancing real life?
Fast-forward two years, and I married that wonderful man I met when I was learning Chi il bel sogno. I always wanted to be married by the age of 25, and despite older, wiser friends telling me that I shouldn’t set such specific age-related goals, somehow I met that goal. Becoming a mom at 29 was another goal I had, but that train’s left the station. One out of two ain’t bad, right?
I don’t know where this fits in (it was a childhood dream) but becoming a dog owner was definitely something I’ve always wanted. These little rascals make our lives better, and they remind us to always keep active and playful.
Over the 4th of July weekend, I finally finished a project I started several weeks ago. Honestly, if it weren’t for my husband nagging me to finish it, or the fear of having unannounced guests looking at the horrid thing midway, I don’t think I would have finished it. It was most definitely a labor of love…and something an adult adult would do.
Transitioning between young adulthood and [regular] adulthood (am I the only one who thinks there should be another word before adulthood?) was hardly noticeable. I can only see it when we run into friends who are still in the early-20s mindset (partying until you blackout, hooking up with random people, staying out all hours of the night).
Do I miss it? Not really. They’re fond memories for sure. I wouldn’t trade my young adult accomplishments for anything.
My days of dancing on bars are over. And I’m okay with that.