Being an adult is hard. Like, really, really hard.
Fortunately, I'm pretty awesome to begin with and it turns out you can still be awesome and be an adult. There's just extra work involved. I'm finding that I'm not as tired and worn down as I used to be when I was just hoping that I was coping. Somewhere along the way I have found that I'm actually making this work. And this grown-up stuff is work, I tell you. When I am 30 I think will have the hang of being a late twenty-something and I'll run headfirst into my quarter life with something like a diploma. I won't graduate with honors or any lauding, but I've learned that shit doesn't really count anyway.
My college diploma is hung (hanged) on a bulletin board with an over-sized push pin
above the trash can in my kitchen.
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