What? I’m an adult?

I have this version of adult me… Of things I should have accomplished by now, of certain behaviors I should have and a mental picture I should have achieved by now. As the daunting big, scary birthday draws near, I can’t help but wonder if that mental image is really something I want. What does it mean to be an adult really?

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