It’s always funny to see a kid wearing grown-up clothes. Ironically, I find it inspiring when I see adults breaking free from the ‘rules’ of adulthood as they add that hint of playfulness while getting dressed in the morning. What you choose to wear and the accessories that go into your 'look' tell a lot about your personality and who you are. Here are 8 ideas to let people know you are Adultitis-free. For Him: 1. Put your best foot forward. How about some novelty socks peaking out under those dress pants? 2. Come on, save the day! How can you not feel five again when sporting your …
Adultitis
Class Has Started
You don’t have to have a degree in Education to be a teacher. I believe we are all teachers. It’s what you choose to teach that defines who you are. Last Sunday Jason and I met with some friends for lunch. All four of us have been employed as teachers at one point in our lives. We were talking about how if you really want to learn something, you should try to teach it. This is so true. …
The Road to Recovery
I'm ashamed to say that I am, in fact, an adult. I'm not sure exactly when it happened, but I have all the symptoms of Adultitis. My only saving grace is that I have gotten the disease officially diagnosed and I am on the road to recovery. You may be wondering, 'What are the symptoms? I may have it too!' Well, the symptoms look differently from one person to the next, but I can share with you some of mine and also ones I've observed in those around me. I really started to realize I had something wrong when my 'to do' list became my Bible. I would treat it like the Holy Grail. I would find my …
8 Ways to Escape Adulthood at Dinner
1. Add some fun background music. Pick some that helps you "Escape." 2. Pick some dandelions or wildflowers for your centerpiece. 3. Use the fun china (could be fancy...or paper...whichever you fancy) 4. Share a childlike happening from your day with those you are dining with. (If nothing childlike happened, then share a childhood memory about summer.) …
Expecting Rain?
When I was little nothing thrilled me more at a restaurant than to get one of those cute bright colored paper umbrellas in my drink. Pure joy! There was one place in particular we would go, as a big treat, in Joliet, IL, Merichkas, where my parents allowed us to order kitty cocktails. And what a treat this was! My parents loved the food there...I, well...I was satisfied with the "funness" added to my drink. I'm not even sure I really liked the cherry-flavored 7-up, or whatever kitty cocktails are even made of. So, you can imagine my childlike spirit leapt for joy when I read the following blog …
NASA Has Adultitis
In my last post, I commented on Mr. Buzz Aldrin, one of the first (and only) guys to walk on the moon. In 1962, in a speech given at Rice University in Texas, President John F. Kennedy challenged our nation to put a man on the moon: We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to …
Don’t Flunk Adulthood
I wonder how many giddy students have tossed their flat hats to the clouds these last few weeks? Finally free! Bring on the “real world!” Free from what? Homework, grueling group projects, evening classes, early classes, iffy dorm food, obnoxious neighbors. Ok, granted, those are all very valid reasons to toss that hat as high as you can, but I am saddened by the false notion that the “real world” is freeing. After all of the hard work of late nights writing papers and cramming, it is very freeing to look at adulthood with hope. No more late nights. I go to work and come home, right? In the …
My Swing Set
I remember it well. It was nestled perfectly under the shade of a big, old oak tree in my backyard. That rusty, squeaky swing set holds a sacred place in my memories. So sacred that it is the first image I think of when I think of the happy childhood I was blessed to have. I remember asking my mom one night before bed, probably no more than 5 years old, “Mom, what is it like in heaven?” Oh, the questions of a 5 year old. I followed up by asking her if there would be a swing set in heaven. “There has to be!” I believed. It was, in fact, my little piece of heaven on earth. …