Being an adult doesn’t mean you know what you’re doing with your life but it does mean that you can eat fruit loops at 3:30 in the morning and nobody can stop you.
A great truth.
I mean, I don’t like fruit loops, so I don’t eat them, and that’s where grown-upness lies. I think! Being independent enough to carve out more of your own path.
I remember sitting in school and having someone say ‘These are the best years of your life’ and… I was happy in school, I was fine, I’m still in touch with my old schoolfriends and I love them and they weren’t *bad* days… but I just sat there and thought ‘you must be joking.’ Because so much of my life was circumscribed by other people back then, and I wanted to do other things and be other places and meet other people. I didn’t want anyone to tell me who I should be.
Being grown up doesn’t mean that you’re sure of anything else, but it does mean that the things you were always sure of, and remain sure of—what you want, who you like, what you want to do with your life or with your evening—those things, you can make true.