Let’s be real here. Being an adult sucks.

Being an adult sucks.

I’m in my 30s now and I’m no wiser about the world than I was when I was in my 20s. Sure, I’m more confident in myself and who I am – that is for certain, so I guess that is something. But surely at this point, I should know more about how to be an adult.

But I don’t.

I’m still socially awkward (sure, who isn’t?), still don’t know how to pose for photos (seriously, what do I do with my hands?), and I still overthink eye contact – but, thankfully, in a recent conversation with someone I realized I wasn’t alone in this, so that’s something. It’s crazy hard to hold a conversation without going out on a tangent or bringing up something extremely nerdy in an overly passionate way & I have no idea what Real Talk actually means and, right now, I’m too afraid to ask.

I don’t floss.

I’ve been shampooing my hair by myself for the last.. 20-odd years and I’m only about 95% certain I’m doing it right. I taught myself how to shave & I have the scars on my lip to prove it.

There are so many times I realize something that should probably be pretty obvious to most people. My attention span is so bad that I’ve been distracted at least a dozen times as I’m writing this.

I don’t know how to dance.

But I guess it’s a learning process. You have to do something wrong to figure out what is right. You need to make mistakes to learn from them.

If I know now what I didn’t know what I was 20, maybe I’ll know more about life by the time I’m 40. And hopefully, by that time, I’ll have actually learned to brush my teeth.