There’s a moment in every kid’s life when the illusion breaks. When you realize adults don’t actually have it together — they’re just older and louder about it.
For me, it wasn’t dramatic. It was subtle. A conversation overheard. A mistake made. A decision that didn’t make sense.
That’s when it clicked: nobody has a manual. Everyone is improvising.
That realization didn’t scare me — it freed me. If no one knows exactly what they’re doing, then perfection was never required. Just effort. Adjustment. Showing up.
That lesson has carried me through every stage of adulthood.
Tomorrow’s prompt: A childhood rule that would never survive today.
Tumblers and Trash Talk 
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