What I Thought Adulthood Would Look Like vs Reality

I thought adulthood meant confidence, clarity, and matching furniture.

Reality looks more like controlled chaos, second-guessing, and doing your best on caffeine and spite.

I thought I’d feel “grown” at some point. Instead, I feel adaptable. Resourceful. Tired but capable.

And honestly? I’ll take that.

Adulthood isn’t polished. It’s earned. And I’m still here — learning, adjusting, and figuring it out as I go.

Tomorrow’s prompt: The pet that broke my heart a little.