This is an adult
These days are beginning to feel very tight. It's seems like there is no space to squeeze anything else into the 24 hours I'm given.
Why do I feel like I must be so productive? Why do I feel like I must always be doing something and everything?
I have so many questions and I might have some answers.
But, this is what being an adult is.
I've been struggling a little bit with the harsh realization that I am not young anymore. Youth to me is freedom and allowance. When you're young you aren't tied down with mortgage and car payments. When you are young you can move across the universe and start fresh. When you are young you are allowed to fail, and fail again.
Then you become an adult and suddenly everything they told you in your twenties makes sense. Suddenly you are so much more aware of how you make decisions and what the future holds.
Being an adult is not easy, because it requires maturity and competence. In so many words, being adult is very grown up...I think adding a few children really amplifies things as well. That's the fresh perspective...