When did someone tell you you were too old to color? Who made you feel like that? Why did you listen? When did someone issue a mandate to the world that you were too old to blow bubbles? Or swing high?
The downside to being home a lot is the lure of the internet, so of course, I spend a lot of time on it. Over the span of 25 years, I’ve encountered a never-ending supply of adults who think they need permission from anyone to do anything or who feel stupid if they do things that are deemed childish by someone else. This tells me that there are wayyy too many people that have been damaged by some person or people asserting some kind of dominance on them. It makes me a little sad they are unable to let go of this rigid desire to act their age. Or maybe it’s a generational thing?
I do all my required adult obligations: I manage the house, pay the bills, make sure everyone has what they need. After that, I am going to unapologetically play video games, read comic books, intentionally watch cartoons, sing terribly at the top of my lungs, throw water balloons, blow bubbles, put googly eyes on things at the store, rearrange all that monogrammed shit at the store to spell funny things, giggle at spotted dick, play with toys, not worry about the paint I got all over myself, and sprinkle glitter over all of that.
You should too. You have my permission.