Where do I put the Lemonade?

When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.

I find that saying every irritating. Someone was very clever when they came up with that line. It’s something I would probably say, which is why I probably don’t like it. I wonder though, if the person who thought up that saying ever thought of one key essential that‘s missing. What happens when you don’t have anything to put the lemonade into? So, maybe that person wasn’t so clever after all…

The thing about growing up is that you start to take on more and more responsibility. Growing up I would always tell my mom “I wish I was older“. To me it seemed that everything came easier for grown ups. Grown Ups got to do fun things that children couldn’t and I wanted to be doing all those fun things also. My mom though in return would say to me, “ Stay a kid as long as you can”. I never realized that the reason adults tried to have fun away from children was because it was relieving all the stress from regular life. As a kid you like to think that everything you want to be when you grow up will happen with a snap of your finger. Of all the things I should have listen to from my mom that should have been the one. Now that I’m 18 going on 19 and I’m taking on responsibilities as an adult and all I want to do is be a kid again. I hate responsibility! Because the more responsibility I get put on me the more I feel burdened.

My Junior year of high school was by far the greatest year of my teen years. I had a lot of responsibility that year, but yet it wasn’t the same as now. Two years ago I was still able to fall back on adults, but now that I am an adult that doesn’t work anymore. That year I was the chief editor of my school newspaper and a varsity cheerleader. That was the first year I had kept a schedule and it was packed with things to do. I was constantly on the go. I was told by an adult when, where, and what and I’d put it on my schedule and make sure I completed the task. That year I had ten people on my staff for the newspaper and since I was the only one that ever saw them do work I was responsible for their grades. I hated that, but I still had the option to get out of it if I wanted to and fall back on my teacher. That year it was as if I was born a leader, but now the only person I’m leading is myself. It’s a lot harder for me to get myself motivated then is a newspaper staff or a football crowd. I’ve only come to one conclusion why that is: because I’m getting older. With each passing year there’s less people to fall back on to and more people handing me lemons. Right now I would give anything to make lemonade, but I just can’t find anything to hold the juice for me.