Adulthood is being told by others that you're an adult but still feeling like you're two small children standing on each other wearing an oversized trench coat.
In my teens: trying to swipe an older family member’s ID to get served.
In my 30s: trying to swipe a family member’s leagues club card for discounted cutlets.
Growth
My Dad bought me all these DVDs and books for Christmas.
My brother in Christ, I am only one person and time is a social construct I have to adhere to.
I see my therapist in a couple of weeks and I’m going to tell her I’m ready to be more open to meeting new people and dating again.
Not sure how I’ll explain it’s because I watched two fictional hockey players fall in love.
But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.
My dad excitedly watching a new Walking with Dinosaurs episode after 20+ years is the purest thing I’ve witnessed this decade.
I fully understand and accept that means he will steer all conversations for the next week into sharing his favourite dinosaur facts.