So, for me, “adult” is more of a doing word, not a being word. That is to say, I don’t feel like I “am” an adult. I feel like it’s a thing I do for segments of my day. When I go to the grocery store and worry about what deals to look at and how much money I’m spending, I’m adulting. When I look at calories or help someone jump start their car, I’m adulting. Doing the laundry, going to work, doing taxes, making doctor’s appointments, actually going to doctor’s appointments, not swearing at children. It’s all me when I’m adulting. And If I’m being honest with you and myself, I’m not terribly good at it. At 31 years old, I’m single, a little irresponsible and frankly swear at more children than I should. I keep waiting for something to click. For things to fall into place, and I will just be an adult. A time when I’ll stop watching primarily cartoons and laughing harder than anyone should at fart jokes.