When I was a kid, I always wondered what it felt like to be an adult. I imagine that’s a universal thought for everyone growing up.
I’m 36 now, and I still couldn’t say what being an adult feels like.
I couldn’t say what being an adult “means.”
If there’s a behavior I’ve developed as I’ve gotten old that strikes me as, “oh this is an adult sensation”, it’s how I handle setbacks now.
As a kid/teen/early twentysomething, any speedbump, no matter how minor, would completely shut me down. Anything not going to plan was an immediate cause for panic. I’m not going to say that there’s nothing that gets to me now, but the severity of these inconveniences is orders of magnitude lower than they used to be.
Oh x/y/z issue came up? Bummer!
…but we can find a workaround.
Richard is a friend that’s firmly in the category of “people who’ve saved my life.” He’s witnessed some of my lowest lows and he’s been there to help me pick myself up.
I phrased it as “help me pick myself up” because he’s the type of person that knows folks need to develop tools be self-sufficient. We should always be able to lean on our friends when necessary, but the ability to care for yourself is vital. If we can’t take care of ourselves, we’ll be unable to give help to others.
Richard has been absolutely instrumental in helping me develop my self-sufficiency.
It’s part of my mental toolbox that’s allowed me to embrace transition; I’m eternally grateful for it.
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