Intentional Adulthood

It sounds silly, but at 27 I've just now come to terms with the fact that I'm an adult. Three years away from 30, it's difficult to deny. Sure, I've been paying rent for years, feeding myself for years, paying for car insurance, been the one to answer to regarding complaints and questions of health and happiness, gone to work responsibly. Yet, I somehow managed to continue seeing myself as a kid, under my parents' ultimate jurisdiction. If I messed up or was in some way unhappy the last five years, I would subconsciously have turned to blame my parents. It was a comment from my cousin, whom I fondly call "elder cousin" (even though she is 5 days older than me), that jarringly brought this reality to my attention. Perhaps I should blame her now, huh? 

But seriously, how funny that I was able to live for five years, if not longer, without facing this obvious contradiction. I wonder had elder cousin said nothing how long I would see myself as a child? And think of the impact this perspective must have had on my life in these past five years. It's almost laughable. I feel the new freedom to be an intentional adult. Choices are not being made for me either way, so why not embrace them! Sure, some are hard, but I'm pretty sure that's never going to change and life can only be more fulfilling with a little intentionality.

Here's to a new brand of adulthood!