Adulting
Most days I feel as though I'm failing at being an adult. These feelings overtake on the days where there's a pile of dirty dishes, I didn't meal prep, the lawn isn't mowed, and I forgot to buy coffee. Today was one of those mornings. Then I realized that I'm only 25, bought my own home, don't have a crippling drug addiction, and have a body that is able to take me to work everyday. Things could be worse than my messy house, I suppose. I am a pessimist by nature, so in sure these optimistic revelations will later be washed away by my negativity.. But I'm working on that.