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It hurts to grow up and everybody does
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be an adult and how it feels very different from what I imagined it to be when I was a kid. As a kid it felt like all adults must have things figured out, but I’m beginning to suspect that I assumed incorrectly. I recently had a moment where I looked around and realized that my friends—and I, too—are working adult jobs at reputable companies and I didn’t really feel it happening. I knew at some point we would be adults and become the ones running the world, but I thought it would feel different. Or feel like something at least.