I think the most difficult part of being an adult is that, when things break, or when something scary happens, there is nobody else responsible for me. I want someone to tell me what to do. And I want to be comforted as I process things. And, of course, I want them to step in and do the hard work for me.

But, alas, this is my life, and nobody is going to live it for me.

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