I love things that are often considered childish. I still giggle when someone farts loudly, I watch children’s shows, read children’s books, and put sprinkles on ice cream on ice cream any time I can.
I’m a very big fan of the saying growing old may be mandatory, but growing up isn’t.
I strive to see wonder in things that may seem mundane. The way children do.
And because of all this, or perhaps simply because becoming an adult is something that happens in increments not all at once, it always catches me a little by surprise when something in life makes it very clear to me that yes, I am in fact a properly grown up adult. Even though I still laugh at funny sounding farts.
Some moments are easier to quantify then others. The first time I bought groceries with my own paycheck, when I paid first and last month’s rent on my own apartment. When I realized I went a full month without calling my mom for cooking advice. Or when I decided to spend a day off cleaning my apartment instead of playing video games or something along those lines.
Last night though, I had a different sort of marker. I was the clerk of a Quaker M&C meeting. Quakers are an offshoot of Christianity, which practice silent worship and believe in equality, integrity, compassion and simplicity. M&C stands for ministry and council, which means the committee takes care of the people within the Meeting. (a Quaker Meeting is a group of Quakers that well meet up) They respond to the needs of people with in the meeting, sometimes resolving conflicts, or offering support to those going though difficult times, as well as coming up with topics for our monthly discussions.
I was asked to be a member last year, during which times I was part of many a discussion within M&C, as well as having the opportunity to facilitate discussions held within the Meeting. This year I’m the clerk. Which means I have responsibilities both during the M&C meetings, and outside. Writing up the agenda for the meeting, making sure everyone knows where and when the meeting is, and then during the meeting keeping things on track.
Which is the first time I’ve been in a group of adults whom I have a great deal of respect for, and was not just listened to, but was leading. And what’s more I was comfortable with it. This leading largely consisted of listening to everyone’s input on a topic and then feeling out a consensus as to both what the group was saying, and what the next step should be. It is perhaps the first time I’ve felt quite so adult, but in a way that was about inner growth and community, rather then more concrete things like financial independence.