I should be working on Lorelle’s Blogging Challenges before she cracks up a whip and joins in with Mel on the act but I can’t find myself the right state of mind to start on it. It’s got to do with the idea that whatever happens around my life is actually more important than my need to blog. Not everything that happens in and around this blog is related to the blogosphere, God forbid, I have a more fruitful responsibilities and things to do than spend my life pandering around the net.
If anything, realizing that I have more responsibilities in real life as opposed to that online reminds me that for the most part, dealing with money no longer falls onto my parents as the sole source of income. I have to remember that I am old enough to rely on my own two hands to at least support my daily life and while my parents may still give in and support my education on a whole, the time is long overdue for me to start paying my fair share in what I need rather than what I have wanted in life.
Yet the comforts under a roof that once sheltered me hasn’t been forgotten yet, it may have it’s fair share of problems like any other household, but a roof that you don’t pay for is still a roof you don’t have to work hard to keep. Living by yourself is a different matter altogether, especially when you have to juggle your studies, your income and expenditures, your prospective career and your whatever you nailed together to make sure you still have food in your mouth and a roof over your head.
The responsibilities that I face now to maintain a decent living comes at a cost for much of my accustomed lifestyle I grew up as a kid. For the most part, it comes at the cost of sacrificing what I would like to do, in favour of what I need to have. Not that it’s a bad thing to do so, it’s just one of those transitional times of your life when you go from being a kid without any qualms for the future to a working adult that supports the rest of his life by his own two hands. It’s not abnormal…it’s just like all changes, that something you didn’t want to happen which happened anyway.
Yet life does indeed go on and given my track record for dealing with things like this, I know I should be worried about anything at all, weary and vigilant, but never worried. Such are the habits when you start paying your own bills that one day you’ll end up like all adults who scold their children because they take money for granted. If that’s the road that I’m going to follow in the end, well…I certainly don’t blame it. But between now and then…just let me have the money to go places every once in a while.
Is that too much to ask?