Decisions, decisions, decisions

 

Becoming an adult is the dumbest thing a person can do.  Yes, it’s fun – initially.  After all, you can now drive a car, drink alcohol, earn money, go to clubs – and NOBODY can stop you.

You’re an adult.

Sign "Dont Grow Up - It's a Trap

What are you going to do?

But what a young adult doesn’t realize or think about at the tender age of 18 years, is that life as an adult now becomes all about “What are you going to do?”

In a young adult’s last year of school, he/she is bombarded with questions like

What career are going to choose?

Will you go to University, College – then which one?

Will you take a gap year?

Will you get a job and who do you want to work for?

After crossing that hurdle, normally the fledgeling adult will meet the love of his/her life.

Then the “What you going to do” comes fast and furiously.

Should we get married?

Where will we live?

Should we have children?

Should we have another child?

Should I change jobs?

The “What are you going to do” questions seem endless.

Think about it – how many times have you as an adult been asked: “What are you going to do?”

How many times have you asked yourself the same question?

The older you get the fewer “What you going to do” questions are asked

Now that I’m in my sixties, it’s years since I’ve had to make a  “life-changing” decision.    Most of my “perplexing” problems are:

Where should I go birding this weekend?

Is it Merlot or Shiraz tonight?

I’m missing Tami, should I visit her this month or the next?

When should I visit Aus again?  In March or should I wait for spring?

Should I get up early to photograph the sunrise or lay in bed reading my book?

 

Life is pretty simple as an older adult.  See my Post: “Loving the Stunning Sixties”

Girl on a canoe

Why rock the boat?

Now that Tami is in Johannesburg, Devan in Sydney the question loomed “Should I leave Durban?”.

I always said I would leave when my parents died which happened not so long ago.  However, I’m in such a comfort zone.  My life is good, surrounded by some of my family, have numerous good friends, own a lovely home.

So why rock the boat?

The question churned around and around in my head.

 

Well, the decision has been made.  I’ve decided to move to Somerset West near Cape Town, make some new friends, discover new birding places, and enjoy a new home.

The bonus is that I will be near my brother and his family.

My journey into the unknown is about to start and I’ll keep you posted.

3 Comments

  1. Lyn brown

    Lovely article and I look forward to visiting with you down in the Cape

    Reply
  2. JANICE GASS

    Good luck Cheryl , we will certainly 😘 miss you at DCC . Hope you will be happy in your new home .

    Reply
    • Cheryl King

      Thank you Janice, I am excited.

      Reply

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