To be an Adult

 Dear Reader,

I am starting to realise what it means, to be an adult. To be an adult means to cry out your heart in an empty room because no one else is around, wipe your own tears, pick yourself up and move forward. 

To be an adult means to deal with your emotional meltdowns and feel the fear, sadness, jealousy oozing out of your body.

To be an adult means to find joy in the food you cooked.

To be an adult means to heal yourself, to ask for help when needed and drag yourself through the mud when no one is willing to help you.

To be an adult means to walk around a movie theatre or museum and enjoy your own company.

To be an adult means to know that not everyone has to be your best friend and not every aspect of your life needs to be shared.

To be an adult means to put your health first, even when it feels wrong to do so. 

To be an adult means to know when to run away from the table, to choose your battles even though you're indecisive or have no idea what you are doing.

To be an adult means to show up even if you are not in your best state.

To be an adult means knowing that whatever life throws in your way, you will catch it and throw it back with a much greater force.

To be an adult is to cherish, protect and live your lost childhood.