The other day I was really upset about something. I was very uncomfortable but I wasn’t sure why I was uncomfortable then I thought to myself this is adulting. What’s the definition of adulting? According the Oxford dictionary it says

 “The practice of behaving in a way characteristic of a responsible adult, especially the accomplishment of mundane but necessary tasks.”

I thought to myself oh my God I go back to university next week I have to take care of myself not that I’ve never been able to but when you live alone it’s different, but due to the pandemic I came back home therefore to my parents meaning they have been babying me as they have always been. My dad would cut me up some fruit my mum would call me downstairs out for food. Etc etc this is the privilege I’ve had and I cherish it every time. The reason I was upset is because the concept of being an adult is tedious it seems sad, tiring, stressful and anxiety inducing.

It doesn’t matter whether I feel like one or not. I am an adult so the more I thought about it the more I got comfortable with being uncomfortable it’s like the sooner you accept things the better. It’s not so bad I like being my own person I know this blog seems very personal but I know for a fact there are tons of adults that do not feel like adults. But I’m proud of the woman I’ve grown up to be she is learning so much, understanding so much falling in love with herself every single day, taking care of herself and adoring herself into the adult she wants to be for herself.