I promptly called my locally owned bookstore and ordered a copy.
I fully confess that I haven’t remotely read the entire book and love it already.
Seriously. The first sentence to capture my heart was in the introduction. It reads; “You are a grown-ass man, or a grown-ass woman, and you can act like it even if you don’t feel like it on the inside.”
This book is thoroughly honest and readable and a delight to this parent’s heart. My oldest is 21 and you can be sure that he’ll be reading this encouraging and engaging book and we’ll be talking about it – a LOT.
The author came to write the book because she likes to give advice and she’s also a reporter. A friend recommended she write a book. So she combined her job as a reporter and her love of giving advice and set out to find people to give input about how to be an adult.
So far, I love this little gem.
Yes – she does drop the Eff-bomb frequently (but, I found it generally well-placed and -frankly- funny…maybe that’s just me).
There are 468 steps to Adulting . Here are a few of my favorites: Don’t get hurt when the world doesn’t care about you. Make good sandwiches. Develop your own opinions. Don’t RSVP “maybe”. In General, don’t cause a ruckus in public. Find a mentor. Be prepared for three-hundred-dollar emergencies. The first time you see a new neighbor, introduce yourself. Don’t try to change people. No one, ever, will set your boundaries for you. So, learn to set them yourself.
I am kind of sad that this book didn’t exist when I was 18. I’ll get over it. I am a grown-up, after all.
It’s been almost two months since the Mumford and Sons concert in Portland. I’m still goofy for ‘em.
My daughter lovingly refers to me as a “crazy fangirl”. She exaggerates, of course.
Back to the concert.
It was profoundly moving and also LOUD (my favorite).
I had read an article that described Mumford and Sons’ sound as stadium folk and I wasn’t really sure what that would be. Well, I know NOW.
There were so many highlights but one that stands out was “I Will Wait”(the link is from our concert).
Everyone singing along.
Magical…almost even Worshipful.
I never got around to taking any real pictures (except with my phone) and I’m actually okay with that. The memories in my head are priceless.
I will most definitely be looking for every opportunity to go see Mumford and Sons again and again and again.
My dream is to see them in England one day.
Hey, it can happen!
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