adulthood

I have no idea what I’m doing. On any given day, at any given moment, I am so thoroughly and genuinely confused about what is happening.

I define myself by the truths I live by. Today, I’m turning 35. Here are 10 Truths I’ve learned that make me who I am. I offer them to you, with love.

I do not have this all figured out. I thought by middle age I would, but nope.

I’d like to teach a high school class called “Sh*t You Should Know To Be An Adult.” There's so much you should've learned in high school.

Why can't I be vulnerable as an adult? Despite my fears of vulnerability, some part of me knew it was the key to having fulfilling intimate relationships.

When I told him that I caught a Mantine, he wrote back, Yeah, I think I caught four or five of them today. I didn’t mind—for the first time in my life, my dad and I were talking without a mediator. He called around Thanksgiving to tell me that a new Pokémon had been added. He checked in again during a special water event in the game and said, Are you catching the fire out of these water Pokémon?

But what can be said for the day upon which I am no longer enough? I dread that day.

Becoming an adult didn’t magically open me up to their world and their psyche as I thought it would. Even having children of my own did little to unravel the mystery of my parents, because I wasn’t really interested in exploring honestly. I have always been concerned with who my parents were in relation to me, not who they were on their own.