{"id":203,"date":"2018-06-20T11:11:00","date_gmt":"2018-06-20T11:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2018\/06\/20\/why-did-no-one-tell-me\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T23:12:49","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T23:12:49","slug":"why-did-no-one-tell-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2018\/06\/20\/why-did-no-one-tell-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Why Did No One Tell Me?"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/P7290470-1024x768.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/P7290470-1024x768.jpg\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1200\" data-original-width=\"1600\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>Why did no one tell me that being an adult basically means being tired all the time and getting up every day to repeat the exact same work you did yesterday while dreaming of being able to go back to bed?<\/p>\n<p>When I was a child I thought being an adult was a magical world of freedom, specifically no bedtime. Why did no one tell me I would grow up and be desperate to go to bed? Why am I now the person who goes to bed before my children?<\/p>\n<p>Why, now that I have the freedom to stay up all night to finish my book (yes, I dream big) can I not keep my eyes open long enough to finish the chapter?<\/p>\n<p>Naps are now something to be treasured instead of fought against.<\/p>\n<p>I can live with the other disappointments of being a grown-up. I don&#8217;t have a secret walled garden like Mary Lennox though I haven&#8217;t given up hope. I don&#8217;t live by the beach. I am not a famous author. And, sadly, I do not have a stable full of horses in my backyard.<\/p>\n<p>But where is the energy I had when I was ten?<\/p>\n<p>On the plus side of being an adult, there is no one to tell me not to spend my money on more books.<\/p>\n<p>Now, if only I could stay awake long enough to finish them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Why did no one tell me that being an adult basically means being tired all the time and getting up every day to repeat the exact same work you did yesterday while dreaming of being able to go back to bed? When I was a child I thought being an adult was a magical world of freedom, specifically no bedtime. Why did no one tell me I would grow up and be desperate to go to bed? Why am I now the person who goes to bed before my children? Why, now that I have the freedom to stay up all night to finish my book (yes, I dream big) can I not keep my eyes open long enough to finish the chapter? Naps are now something to be treasured instead of fought against. I can live with the other disappointments of being a grown-up. I don&#8217;t have a secret walled garden like Mary Lennox though I haven&#8217;t given up hope. I don&#8217;t live by the beach. I am not a famous author. And, sadly, I do not have a stable full of horses in my backyard. But where is the energy I had when I was ten? On the plus side of being an adult, there is no one to tell me not to spend my money on more books. Now, if only I could stay awake long enough to finish them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1383,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-203","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life-lately"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/203","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=203"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/203\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2667,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/203\/revisions\/2667"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1383"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=203"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=203"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=203"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}