What is it that makes someone an adult? Is there a defining moment in your life?
I know it’s not age.
Contrary to what I believed during my entire childhood and adolescence, it has nothing to do with having the freedom to do whatever the hell you want.
I didn’t give it much thought during my early 20’s, but as I grew older, now and then, I would stop to wonder, “When am I going to grow up?”
Well, I finally feel as if I have. I no longer consider myself a girl (though I know society hasn’t for a long time). I am a woman. I am an adult.
And while you can contribute many factors to my adulthood—I can finally pay all my own bills (financial independence, hallelujah!), I take pleasure in eating healthfully and exercising because it’s good for me, I sleep from 10 p.m. to 6 a.m. (where once I partied between those hours)—the biggest indicator to me is that I live my life for myself and no one else. I make my decisions based on what’s best for me.
This may not sound like a novel concept to most people, but this a first for me. I have spent my entire life living for other people. Really for everyone but myself.
I thought pleasing everyone would please me, but all I did was set myself up for failure. It is not only impossible to please everyone, but I was so busy worrying what everyone else thought, I never had time for myself.
Ever since I stopped to focus on what I truly want and what my best interests are, I have been content and at peace in a way I never have before in my entire life. It’s so deeply peaceful and empowering. I have gotten to know myself better in the process. I am more confident in the direction my life is going. I have renewed confidence. Basically, every aspect of my life has improved.
That’s all I could ever hope for.