What is it to be an adult? 

A grown-up?

Oh to be free,

to have control over all the

little 

details and choices

 

Cookies and peach rings for dinner?

Yes

Sleeping past 9?

Absolutely 

Never wearing a dress again if you don’t want to?

It’s up to you

 

Oh,

to be naive and 

believe 

it was this easy

I wish it was this easy

I wish I had the 

luxury 

of thinking 

as a child that 

this

is what adulthood could be

 

But, 

maybe 

it was good to be aware

to understand struggle at such a young age

as a kind of

preparation for the real world

Maybe?

Maybe not

 

Now,

realizing there 

is

more was a relief

being a grown-up can be 

fun too?!

 

Truly understanding 

when receiving a

friend’s wedding invitation 

handed to me 

with my name 

written in calligraphy

delicate and 

intentional

 

Late night drives with

friends who are also 

experiencing 

what it feels like to be an adult

college 

the journey of a lifetime

new ideas, people, memories

 

House sitting for my cousin,

feeling like I’m 

coming home 

to my own apartment

glimpses of what could be my life

eventually, 

perhaps sooner than it 

seems now

 

There are good parts too

not just 

worrying

about money and jobs

No

that’s not all of it

 

Not

just

struggle, not

just 

arguing about what is

more necessary to buy first

not

just

survival