April 25, 2018
Eighteen years ago, someone told me to grow up. Eight years later, someone told me the same. Yesterday, someone told me that again. The first two times, I felt insulted. But yesterday I felt calm, accepting. Yes, I agree, I need to grow up. Other things I'm usually told: I sweat the small stuff. I take most things personally. I am a people pleaser. I assume I'm the center of the universe. I'm paranoid. I'm polite to a fault. The younger me would be angry. The me of now is just grateful I have people to call out my mistakes.