Congratulations!

I knew the time would eventually come…the time when I officially feel like an adult, although I did absolutely nothing myself to make the leap. It’s actually those I surround myself with, practically forcing me into adulthood…thanks to new pieces of jewelry (engagement rings) and new humans (babies). I give my congratulations to those who just accomplished those major milestones, as well as a congrats to myself for being an adult. Yay!

Although I’m 26 and have technically been an adult for 8 years now, it’s still a hard thing to wrap my head around. Yes, I pay my own bills, have my own insurance, no longer chug alcohol and I’m even responsible for two other [really cute] lives (although it’s a shared responsibility but a responsibility at that). Somehow I think I was waiting until there was a 3 in front of my age to consider myself a “real adult.” Maybe even upper 20s because it’s basically 30. Suddenly (literally…in the last couple of weeks) I find myself surrounded by engagements and pregnancies. None my own, thankfully, but wow. I knew this would happen eventually, as everyone says it does, but I didn’t realize it hits you like a ton of bricks. Of course, these people are my friends so I am truly happy for them but to quote Michelle Tanner, whoa baby! (pun intended)

I know I can’t be the only one who feels this way because anyone who isn’t currently pregnant, married or engaged in their mid-20s can probably relate, as this is the time when this sort of stuff starts to happen. Then you really get thinking though…am I supposed to move to the suburbs? Buy life insurance? Come up with a retirement plan? It’s all too much. It seems like not too long ago I was eating Papa John’s (with five extra garlic butters) after a long night of cranberry vodkas. I hate to break it to myself but that’s when mid-calf leggings were still popular. Clearly, I need to move on.

There’s just something about having friends (even aquantainaces) get married and / or have a kid. You grow up thinking that’s so far away. I still think that’s so far away. Obviously it’s not. I’m not bitter about it. I’ve been in a relationship for almost seven years. Marriage will happen eventually and I’m in no rush. It’s just a [not so] secret selfish part of me that doesn’t want to grow up (especially considering I already have grey hairs and I don’t want them to get any worse). And for some reason, having friends taking these big next steps makes me feel like I can’t keep telling myself “we were only in college a few years ago” (because at this point, that’s just a lie). But thinking of your friends becoming a mom? Even if they’ll be the best mother in the world, it’s still a scary thought (unless you’re walking in the Dolce & Gabbana Fall ’15 show while pregnant…that’s pretty baller).

I wanted to write this post for a while but you know I don’t like to get all serious on you. However, it made sense to do it now as I feel like I’m saying CONGRATULATIONS to someone every week. To all those in my life who this happened to in the last month and you think I’m referring to you, I am and thank you for inspiring this post 🙂 If you need help picking out a wedding dress or baby clothes, I got your back.

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Do you think I’m crazy for thinking this way or do you feel the same? What runs through your head when everyone’s getting married and / or having babies? Lastly, should I not write about this stuff and stick to fashion or are you into these sort of sporadic posts? As always, I love to hear your opinion.

Images via Vogue & Fashion Gone Rogue