I’m part of a generation that might just be the most immature to have made it to adulthood. Let me be clear; this post isn’t to bash millennials; I just don’t always feel like I fit into the stereotype we’ve become. When I was a kid, my mom always said I was “(insert age here) going on 30.” Growing up, I actually sort of took it as an ego boost. (Although I’m sure she liked that about me a little less when I hit my preteen and teen years.)
The people in my life have referred to me using phrases like “old soul” since I was 14. As a matter of fact, the first person to do that was my pastor’s wife when I was the only kid to join the adult Bible study. That same evening, the pastor asked what I was planning to major in in college. I was in eighth grade.
I digress. Here’s a little backstory for you,
At 16 I ended up being a child of divorce, as many of my peers are these days. By 17, I found myself in the midst of some family drama that ended with me living with my aunt so I could stay in the area where I grew up. Without going into too much detail, let’s just say circumstances made me grow up pretty quickly.
Now, at 21 and a recent college grad, I’m finally technically an adult. It’s strange to consider myself a grown up when I still get psyched about the latest Disney movies and the idea of cotton candy. At the same time, I have been thinking of myself as a “sort of” adult for a long time. My life experiences combined with my age on paper sometimes leads to a disparity in what people think or assume of me. When someone reads my resume and sees that I only graduated from college a month ago, they assume I have little to no experience and that I’m probably still a dumb college kid. In reality, I’ve been working as a graphic designer for a marketing agency for 18 months now and actually have a decent amount of real-world client and design experience behind me.
On the flip side, when someone meets me and gets to know me they almost always assume I’m a good deal older than I am. Jen and Johnna constantly forget how much younger I am than they are. (Not sure if that’s not because they forget how old they are….) That is until they’re talking about something they remember from their high school years and I pipe up with a comment about how I wasn’t born then, or I was still in diapers then.
In fact, when Jen met my mom for the first time, she later commented on how young she looked. I pointed out that my mom is only three years older than Jen. After she told me I was fired (I may have also thrown in a comment in there reminding her that she’s old), she rehired me, and we got on with our day.
As I’m looking at the transition into “real” adulthood, I’m looking forward to when other people will see beyond the college kid stereotype and see me for me.
Anyway, as much as I’m dreading that sink or swim moment of true adulthood, I’m really excited to have my first “big girl job.” We will see how I feel about that at the end of the summer. Check into my other Post Grad posts to see how the journey is going! Feel free to share your experiences with us too in the comments below!