Oh, the Joys of Adulthood...

I wish there was a way to type out a sigh effectively. If there was, that is how I would start this blog post. A long, exasperated sigh. I'm tired, y'all.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a grown up so badly. It seemed so glamorous. Who would ever hate driving a car or going shopping with friends? Where is that version of adulthood I so longed for as a child? Thank goodness I was unaware of the struggle. I guess longing for adulthood as a child probably meant I had a good childhood; one that was sheltered from most harsh realities. Who would desire the stress of bills, and the responsibility of a career? Now I wish for the days of recess and homework pages.

I feel like it is juvenile to even act slightly in despair, because I'm not. I have a beautiful life with a wonderful man. I'm just tired. Life is exhausting, no matter what phase of it you're in. Berry and I are working so hard to start off on the right foot. We know it's going to be worth it. We know that, in time, we're going to see the reward for all of this struggle, but knowing that doesn't make it easier. We've been blessed so far, and even now look back at our first few months together and have no idea how we made it. Sacrifice and hard work is the formula for success, right?

Typing that sentence, I was reminded that success doesn't measure happiness but rather happiness measures success. Oh, perspective....how you sneak up on me.

I'm going to end this pity party now. I vow to make the rest of my day better, and to focus more on our marriage than on our money.

The end.