From Teenage Dreams to Adult Realities

...And everything I’m still figuring out in between.

I used to think adulthood would feel like crossing a finish line.

You hit 18, maybe go to college, get your first job, and suddenly boom life makes sense. You're "grown."

But honestly? Most of adulthood so far feels like googling “how to fix your life” at 2 a.m. while reheating leftovers.

When I was a teenager, I had this timeline in my head.

By 21, I’d be confident.

By 25, I’d have it all together.

By 30, I’d be… thriving?

Now I laugh, not because those dreams were silly they were beautiful. But because life isn’t linear. It’s messy and unpredictable and sometimes absurd in the best way.

No one told me that being an adult meant overthinking grocery prices, sending “sorry for the late reply” messages to everyone, or wondering if a career pivot at 27 is brave or foolish.

(Still not sure, honestly.)

They also didn’t tell me that growing up doesn’t mean growing out of your insecurities.

Some days I feel bold and sure of myself.

Other days, I still second-guess my every decision outfit included.

I used to think adults always knew what they were doing.

Now I realize most of us are just winging it making the best choices we can with the tools we have and hoping it all works out.

There’s pressure everywhere.

Travel more, but save more.

Find a passion, but make sure it pays.

Settle down, but stay spontaneous.

Be successful, but stay grounded.

Move fast, but enjoy the moment.

And sometimes? I just want to pause all of it.

Because lately, I’ve started to understand something simple but important:

Life doesn’t need to be “on schedule” to be meaningful.

Growth can be slow.

Joy can be quiet.

And “figuring it out” isn’t something you do once it’s something you keep doing, over and over again.

I’m still learning how to balance who I was, who I thought I’d be, and who I’m becoming.

Maybe adulthood isn’t about having it all figured out.

Maybe it’s about becoming okay with not knowing.

With evolving.

With changing plans, changing pace, and showing up anyway.

If you’re in that in-between space too feeling a little lost, a little behind you’re not alone.

You’re not failing.

You’re just becoming.

And honestly, that’s kind of beautiful.

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