What happened to the adulthood I always imagined as a child? I used to dream of being a "grown-up". I was sure I would go to bed when I wanted, I would eat what and when I wanted (like raw cookie dough for dinner), I would play instead of cleaning my room. I now have the freedom to do all those things I dreamed of, yet I'm stricter with myself than my mother ever was.
My new year's resolution this year to take better care of myself. Not just diet and exercise, but take time for me. Today, while I was journaling about this whole adult concept, I realized it would be easy to take care of myself if I would just be the grown-up I dreamed I would be. You know, a seven-year old's-version of a grown-up. How about you? What did you imagine adulthood was going to be like? Have you let yourself down on those dreams? Please tell me, but don't expect me to answer back anytime soon. I'm going to the beach.