KATE LANGBROEK thinks life looks better through the eyes of a child.
The other day a friend of mine said something incredibly wise. He didn’t say it with any fanfare and he said it half-jokingly, but it came, as truth often does, as both a relief, and slight blow to the stomach. “You know you’re an adult, adult,” he said, “when when you spend 95 per cent of your life doing things you hate.”
And d I laughed, because it initiallyally sounded so bleak, but then en I thought about it and, holy moly, the sentiment ment is spot on.
I thought ought about all the things ngs that I do, and that at just about everybody ody else does, and howw complaining about them hem has become our default fault position. And that’s at’s a waste, for two reasons.asons. Straight up, it doesn’t n’t change what has to be done;one; it just doubles the pain n of it. Secondly, a lot of those chores are only onerousnerous because of our perception. rception. Mostly, they’re activities that, as a child,, you would have LOVED.D. I mean, if you had toldd me when I was growing ng up that I wouldd spend my life doing the he following, I would’ved’ve thought: “This is so good – am I going to be FREAKIN’ ROYALTY when I grow up?!” For instance: Driving I have four children, and a distant part of my brain recalls how I used to sneer at cars tha that had a “Mum’s Taxi” sign in theth rear window. But now, ope operating the brutal and relentles relentless conveyor belt of droppin dropping kids at school or gymn gymnastics or playdates or den dentist appointments or sleep sleepovers or parties, I am prob probably the number one can candidate for a (slightly mo more modern, but no les less depressing) “Mum’s U Uber” placard. And, if you do don’t have kids, there’s no n need to be smug – you’re st still sitting in the same gr gridlock I’m in, and hating it. ButBu imagine you were a ch child, and I said you could spen spend all day driving an actu actual CAR – with the radio on, singing along to your favo favourite songs, and picking up other people along the wa way? That would be the greatest news you ha had ever heard. WorkingWo I’m having trouble de describing how most of us tal talk about work without using the phrase “bitch and moan”. Because the working week is a litany of predictable exchanges about how awful the bosses/the company/your colleagues are. And maybe they are. But you’re going to spend a goodly chunk of your time there, so wouldn’t it make more sense to enjoy it? Play the child again. Your own office/cubicle/desk/tools, with your own phone, swipe card and computer? A kitchen to make toasties? A VENDING MACHINE?! What’s to complain about? The gym Ha, ha, ha, help me. Yes. The gym. This is where my adult brain really lets loose with unfettered hatred. It’s the source of much pain, without apparently getting rid of any gain. But have you seen what children do in their natural state? How they run and leap and jump and squat and bounce? So I get to roll around on fitballs, hang off ropes, jump up onto things and do some boxing, and THEN I have the audacity to complain about it?!
Man. Being a grown-up is wasted on me.
Kate co-hosts Hughesy & Kate, 4–6pm weekdays, on the KIIS FM network.
It came, as truth often does, as both a relief, and slight blow to the stomach”