I’m an adult. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, dreaming and pining for since I was 13 and couldn’t wait to grow up.

And now… here I am.
Able to go anywhere, do anything, be anything. WOW.

So now what?

I find myself wasting so much time, unsure how to use it.
What do I even do with all this time?

If I were smarter I would be taking bolder moves.
And slowly, I am.

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The thing is…life doesn’t always unfold the way you imagine.

The dream doesn’t land on cue.

But I’m stubborn as a mule and despite the piercing disappointments, I continue to stay open to the magic. I continue to dream on and carry on. It just feels better that way.

I’m at a good age. Old enough to know more of myself, young enough to make the world my oyster. I feel confident enough. Okay enough. Grounded enough.

But some days I feel like I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel a bit alone yet so full of life.

These were the days I dreamt about!! So now what?