Reluctant to grow up: at the border between adolescence and adulthood

“What do you want to do when you grow up?”

The question we all face numerous times throughout our school days, and one which seeks answers such as ‘teacher’, ‘doctor’ or ‘artist’. Growing up, I played with the idea of different roles to fill this gap of expectation, seeing if any of them took residence comfortably, like a coin sliding into a slot machine.

“You’re good at maths and science,” they told me at school, and then, “you’re top of the class in humanities”, followed by “you show potential for languages”. My head scrolled through the plethora of career ideas other people could see me doing, rolling endlessly like the reels of the fruit machine, and I, sucked into this world of gambling, stood helplessly by, watching with naive hope for three identical symbols to pull up in a line: waiting for fate, someone else, or at least something out of my control, to make my future decisions for me.

I was starting to realise this is what was happening, I was evading responsibility and losing out all at the same time, in the vague hope that some mystical force would step in and make my future possess the clarity and allure of the sea off the Maldivian coast.

That wasn’t going to happen, yet still I listened out, desperate for suggestions.

“How about English?”

Yes… Maybe? I liked studying words, and primarily the idea of creating stories in other people’s minds just by ordering black squiggles on a white page. ‘Writer’, ‘journalist’, ‘editor’? Are any of those coins that could fit right?

Since then I’ve learnt that it’s not as simple as that. Like thinking your mum has the answers to everything, or believing in santa without cross-examining the logistics of a chubby man being able to squeeze down millions of chimneys in one night, or possessing the capability to carry all of those presents in one sleigh… I digress.

People are not two dimensional. The majority of us don’t have one passion and one passion only; a lot of us don’t have a clear vision of a defined pathway we’d like to follow.

As I’ve wobbled uncertainly closer to the border between innocuous childhood and the stark-yet-overwhelmingly-complicated thing that encompasses ‘being an adult’, I’ve had moments where I’ve wanted to hold up my hands and admit, actually, I don’t want to move to a foreign country. Yes, I did literally move to Australia on my own, metaphorically being a tourist in the realm of the grown-ups, and I loved it, but I don’t think that qualifies me for a permanent move into that world. Is this metaphor becoming too contrived? Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is that somehow, for me, adulthood has become inexplicably intertwined with a lack of control, and that’s one of the things I find hard to face.

In my mind, making future decisions presents itself as a dichotomy: choices are splayed out wildly like a multicoloured, woollen jumper pulled apart on the floor, a victim of a cat’s predatory nature, yet the flip side of the decison-making coin holds a feeling of being forced into a funnel with everyone else, constricting any choice I may have.

The last few years have been a bit of a battle in my head, trying to figure out how representative of reality these two feelings I have are, and what I should do as a result of that. At this current moment, I feel that there are choices out there, but society is weighted to make some options less accessible, some less desirable, some less reputable, some impossible… Forging a future is rarely a passive process; I’m going to have to fight for what I want, even if I’m not sure what that is yet.

I have also come to the decision that I don’t necessarily want to take one of the ‘easy’ or most popular routes, not because I welcome difficulty into my life – although I’m starting to question that myself at this point – but because they don’t interest me right now.

If going against expectation means that I’m less easy to define, then so be it.

I’d rather be seen as an amalgamation of my passions and uncertainties even if that is clumsier and refuses to be squashed into a simplified one word description, like ‘dentist’ or ‘engineer’. Because, as I learnt growing up, life is not as simple as that; people sometimes won’t be existing in a way that can be reduced to one word and that’s okay. We’re not all the same round pound sliding into that slot machine, sure of ourselves and with a life goal in mind. Some of us are, and that’s great; it’s admirable when someone has a defined dream they’re striving for. But some of us are that fifty pence piece, with several edges to explore and an uncertainty about the future. And I think that’s admirable too.

I’ve also come to the conclusion that it’s okay to answer ‘what do you want to do when you grow up?’ with more than just one word.

It’s even okay to say ‘I’m not sure’.


 

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24 thoughts on “Reluctant to grow up: at the border between adolescence and adulthood

  1. Radicallyjess says:

    beauriful and true, there is pressure to for into a mold someone else created for us. However, I don’t think our generation is so easily defined, which is so exciting and relieving. Thank you for being a voice for this generations group of individuals who don’t want to be a cookie cutter.

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    • Alys says:

      Thank you for your comment and kind words! That’s very true, we’re definitely living in a more diverse landscape which is great 🙂 I love the cookie cutter idea haha

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  2. Maya @ Powered Crowd says:

    That was really well written! I think a lot of people struggle with what they want to do when they “grow up” some people are forced into decisions but in the end I think to be happy in life it has to be something that you enjoy and choose. I also think it’s ok for those dreams to change as you grow. Basically that questions has a million answers and possibilities and it’s so frustratingly hard sometimes to figure out which one suits you best.

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    • Alys says:

      Thank you 🙂 Yes! I agree with everything you’ve said, there’s definitely room for dreams to evolve as you get older. As you say, I’ve found it very difficult to know what I want, I guess it just takes some time. Thanks for commenting!

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  3. traveltarte says:

    I’ve always struggled with the way our society tends to identify us by our job titles when in reality we are so much more than that. Filtering out the external noise and understanding what you truly want is hard. Really enjoyed reading this!

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    • Alys says:

      That’s exactly what I’ve struggled with too. It’s nice to see other people have battled/battle with the same thoughts – we’re not alone! Thank you for your comment 🙂

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  4. Marni says:

    This hits so close to home. I also had to make a bunch of life decisions this year and it’s really stressful. The transition into adulthood is scary and full of uncertainty, but at least I know I’m not the only one going through it.

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    • Alys says:

      It can be extremely stressful, I hope you’re learning how to cope with it as time goes on. It can be a struggle, but a lot of us seem to be feeling this way so we’re not alone ❤

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  5. El says:

    This post accurately exemplifies how I am feeling at this current moment, in relation to what I’m studying in university. I’m hoping to become a lawyer, but this school year has made me rethink my decision. I used to feel so anxious when someone asked me what I wanted to be when I get older, but now I am totally content with just saying that I literally have no clue, and that I’ll see where the wind takes me. Fabulous, well-written post. 😃

    El @ Exclusory 💕

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  6. Emma Keene says:

    Loved reading this! The comments were all awesome as well. Admitting I have no idea what my future will look like and learning to be honest about my uncertainty has been the most freeing experience of my life. Move towards what makes you happy and everything will work itself out. Great post ✨

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