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Topic: Adulthood (07/30/09)
- TITLE: Better Than Sweeping Kitty Litter
By Donna Powers
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Big surprise: none of those things have happened.
I’m a waitress, not a princess. My “castle” is a crackerbox of an apartment that costs way too much of my salary. I’m not married to anyone, and the closest I’ve gotten to even meeting royalty was dating a guy whose last name was Prince.
He was far from royal; his idea of a fun time was taking me to Burger King. Get it? A prince, at Burger King? Yeah: I didn’t think it was too funny, either.
As for crowds cheering, people do shout when I take too long to bring their orders. And world peace? Well, I can get you a “piece” of cheesecake.
When I was a teenager, I figured adulthood would bring freedom: I’d make my own decisions, choose my own career and plot my own course through life.
Instead, it feels like I’ve stumbled into life's version of a dead-end street.
So, my adulthood isn’t all it was cracked up to be in my childhood dreams.
But, honestly… whose is?
I know some people end up rich (and yay for them - and can they send their cute, unmarried sons or their extra cash in my direction?). Many people have their childhood dreams come true every day. So, why haven’t mine come even close?
I’ve even prayed about my dreams. My friend Poppy is one of those born-again Christians who say God still answers prayers. She's always telling me God loves me and has a plan for me. She’s also wants me to attend the Young Adult Fellowship group at her church. She’s says they have lots of fun there.
God has a plan? For me? Sounds marvelous. I’ll remember that next time I’m sweeping up kitty litter or defrosting the freezer.
Poppy doesn’t have a much better life situation but she sure does have faith. She lives in a crackerbox, too and Prince Charming hasn’t shown up at her door either. But she keeps talking about following God’s purpose for her life and doesn’t seem as bummed as I do about her own childhood dreams going down the drain with her latest dead goldfish.
So, what’s an adult to do?
I know my life isn’t so bad. There are so many others who have it worse. I guess all those dreams I had convinced me things would turn out better, and I really wish it had. So, maybe I’ll try going to that Young Adult Fellowship. After all, it can’t be any worse than that guy named Prince.
And I bet it will be more fun than sweeping up kitty litter.
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