“You look weird”

This phrase came out of my husband’s mouth recently as we departed to do our grocery shopping. Apparently he didn’t want to be seen with his wife in public if she was wearing her fabulous cat hat. My response was: “Well I happen to like my cat hat and am proud of my cat lady craziness, so shaddap!”

He was probably teasing and he does love (or well tolerates) my ‘weird’ accessories and purchases, but his remark along with XUP recent post on adulthood got me thinking. Perhaps I am too old for such frivolities.  My current employment existential crisis has prompted me to become more serious about my career and make some changes. But should moving up the corporate food chain require forfeiting all character and personality, in order to become a bland drone?

Do we all have to become the same kind of stereotypical adult? Wearing the same “grownup” clothes, eating the same food, watching the same shows and discussing inane topics around the water coler?

Yech! No thanks! Perhaps the trick to real happiness is to ‘play’ pretend adult Monday-Friday, 9-5pm and let your silly child side shine in your off-time. Cat hat or no cat hat.