Tomorrow I turn 18. I become an adult.
But, I really don't know what this means. Tomorrow doesn't seem like a life changing event, different from every other birthday. It will be a Wednesday. I'll go to work, clean silverware for an hour, go to chapel, study, eat lunch with my sister, sit in philosophy class, and study until the sun goes down.
The only thing that immediately changes in my life is that I can sign my own paperwork, more specifically, the rock climbing waiver.
People think I am a child all the time. I have a little frame and only stand 5.2." A few weeks ago, my family was eating at Red Robin and the waitress looked horrified when she got down to my side of the table and admitted that she had thought I was kid and that she would get me an adult size glass of water.
I've also been confused for a twenty something year old. This often happens when I'm working or attending a writer's conference. Maybe people think I'm older than I am in those situations because they don't expect a teenager to be an assistant cook, a teachers aide, or an aspiring novelist. I don't know.
Maybe being an adult is a maturity stage, but I don't ever want to be content with how I am.
Maybe being an adult is a stage of independence, but I don't want to be ignorant and think I can do it all myself.
Maybe being an adult is a time to move onto bigger things, but I've been doing "big" things for years.
Regardless of what I know about adulthood, it's coming. Maybe, it's already come. Maybe, I know more about being an adult than I think. But I'm sure that responsibility, respect, decision making, and progress are a part of being an adult. All those things require work, so maybe being adult is just a different kind of work.
I can do that.
I can work.
I'm sure at times, I will mess up, but that's when I will look to my parents, my close family friends, and God to show me how to work at being an adult.
I'm pretty sure "adult" isn't an age, and I know it takes work. So, starting today, I am going to be an adult.