Woke Up Like This

by Amy Lea

“Hate to break it to you, but adulthood is just a never-ending cycle of chores, obligations, googling how to fix stuff, and spending money on things you hate. Like sponges and dish detergent.”

I channel Emily in Paris charging through cobblestone streets in her four-inch stilettos, even though I look more like a severely injured crab missing a leg.

Side by side, we run straight into the rain, fearless, as though we’re running into war. On the same team.

“That’s the thing about the best days of your life. You don’t know they’re the best until they’re already gone,”

For some reason, I always thought adults made decisions with purpose. That they knew what they were doing all the time. But maybe adults are just like teens, bumbling around aimlessly, unsure if they’ve gotten it right.