Notes from this Semester of Human Becoming
Before it happened, I simultaneously (a) fantasized about and (b) dreaded finding out what kind of adult I would become.
(a) I fantasized because, observing the adult world had been a marathon of “I would never do/care/like that when I become and adult!” and now I FINALLY get to make my own choices and be the adult I have always told myself I would become.
(b) I dreaded it because, in amassing a list of mantras, faux-pas, instructions on how (not) to be an adult (dedicated to adult debbie, courtesy of childhood debbie), I imposed on myself the herculean burden of becoming the adult that my childhood self would have looked up to.