Making My Own Adult Decision As An Adult

I woke up one day and realized I’m 22 in my own apartment. I have a car and I can drive. Anywhere I want! I have a cat that I’m take care of. I take care of a living thing! I can buy cheap pink wine from Walmart for myself. Also I’m engaged! I convinced a man to not only date me, but to date me for the rest of my life!


Image by Thomas Hawk via Flickr.

I’m not sure when this happened. Looking back on my older posts on this blog: the ramblings of a naive 18 year old getting ready to graduate from high school, the ramblings of a a weird, depressed 20 year old in a weird depressing little town, and now a functioning 22 year old adult with even more issues BUT I look better and I have more fun. My blog is pink now, too, instead of yellow which for me was a big deal when I first rebranded…

I’m going off on a bizarre tangent.Anyway.

I’m a full grown adult and I’ve learned something very valuable with at. I can make my own adult decisions as an adult. I actually didn’t really think about this much until a couple of weeks ago when an educator at school told me so in the mits of one of my many emotional breakdowns in cosmetology school. Since then I’ve been spending a lot of time reflecting on it:

I’m a grown ass woman and I can do what I want.

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