I don't really understand this whole not thinking of one's self as an adult thing.
Lightbulb Moments I never had:
- I am responsible for myself now.
- Adults are imperfect.
- I am an adult
I hold these truths to be self evident.
My dad used to describe me as 13 going on 30.
My family feels the need to remind me that I don't have to do everything by myself.
Being an adult was all I ever wanted to be and I wouldn't trade being in control of my life for any part of childhood or adolescence. It was all I ever wanted and I will gladly take it, bills and monthly budgets and ten hour work days and all.
Because I don't trust anyone else to take care of anything ever.
Maybe when I do, that'll be the real adult moment.
Maybe adulthood is backwards for me.
This post is written as part of the Scintilla Project prompts can be found here.