There are times that I feel like my life is a 50:50 series of me wanting to scream either, “I am an adult!” or, “I don’t want to be an adult.”

I have been blessed with a great career. A career when I get to utilize my natural entrepreneurial spirit, make presentations to groups of influencers, and surround myself with likeminded, creative people.

However, I have also been blessed with the face of an eighteen year old.

Not even kidding.

My big, blue eyes, button nose and the -still- lingering baby fat in my cheeks makes me look nearly ten years younger than I am.

I can be out to dinner with all my friends and I am the only one who gets carded. I have been asked to show my ID for R-Rated movies. Even Elementary School age children ask me what grade I am in.

So imagine me going into a meeting to present a quarter million dollar partnership to a group of middle age men who are accountants and attorneys…

Between the looks and innuendos of concern, skepticism, and apprehension questioning my credibility there are days I want to totally switch up my introduction and go with a little something like this:

“Look. I get it. I look like a child. But, I am responsible. I pay my own taxes. I can afford to go on vacations or buy really nice high heels. I put money into mutual funds. And, I can hold intelligent conversations on viticulture. Hint? That has to do with wine. Which I totally can legally drink. Now, can we move along and take me seriously? I am an adult.”

But, I can’t…. Because I am an adult.

As often as I want to defend my adult status, I also find myself wanting a break away from it.

And, I don’t think I am alone in this thought.

Let’s be real… Being an adult is hard.

You have to spend hours trying to talk to the right person on the insurance customer service line… just to give them half your paycheck.

Your car will surprise you with the colorful and blinking “Maintenance Required” light bringing your day to a – literal- screeching halt.

A stranger, named Chris, will use your phone number on accident when trying to get information about refinancing his mortgage causing your phone to ring non-stop with companies trying to sell their options to you… When they really want Chris. And don’t understand that you aren’t Chris.

Your computer will crash, killing your hard drive, photos, all your writing and any momentum you had going at work and hobby blogging.

Sans computer, you miraculously find time to work out every day only to step on the scale and see that you have gained five pounds…?

You will have to sweep your kitchen floors Every. Single. Day. Honestly… where does all this dirt come from?!

Oh! And, this will all happen in four days.

You’re welcome! Love, Adulthood.

Some week’s it’s enough to make you want to throw up your hands, ditch the responsibility, say, “Screw it. I don’t want to be an adult anymore,” and go to your parents nostalgic for the carefree days of childhood.

Or, at least it makes you really want a really good cocktail.

I guess that’s the consolation prize of adulthood… you can drink cocktails like this one.

I plan to make this on my escape to my parent’s home in Michigan this weekend. Adam has to work and many of my friends are busy, so why stay at home with my dirty floors and no computer?

The cocktail will be perfect because blueberry harvest has come on strong in Michigan the last few weeks. My mom says their farmer’s markets sell blueberries in five pound containers vs. pints.

Any other time of year, blueberries are nowhere near as good as they are now. This cocktail recipe capitalizes on the fresh, sweet juices after muddling a handful of berries with fresh mint, which is also full of vibrant flavor this time of year.

Shaken and served over ice, the pink cocktail might make me feel like being a kid… but also remind me that being an adult is pretty good.