I am a late bloomer.
This is something that I’ve come to terms with through out the years- I will not budge onto a stage of life that is attempted by others at a younger age until I am well and ready, no matter how much pushing, shoving or general encouraging I get. I think this is a serious flaw at times, because I’m so worried about doing things on my own that I delay good things for the sake of having them on my own terms.
Anyway, I’ve been contemplating a lot of things lately, mainly what being an adult really is, and what it is to me, and I’ve come to the conclusion that what an adult really is is just a perception of what I think people collectively think in terms of what adulthood is, and what adulthood is to me is still a work in progress.
This leaves me satisfied.
Listening to: “Bad Romance” by the Glee cast
Thinking: Why did I ever stop improving on my French again?