For a pretty long time, I’ve been struggling to fit into a “role” – trying to figure out who I am; what I want, what I need, etc…
Until recently, I have always deceived myself in thinking that, for a female, I am very low maintenance.
When the truth is, just like any other person on this planet, I am anything but low maintenance.
I just haven’t been taking care of myself properly
And THAT needs to come, first and foremost.
Most times I am sick of being a grown-up and I just want to crawl up onto Daddy’s lap.
Sometimes I want to wander around aimlessly, staring at my smart phone screen hunting the elusive and rare Pokémon to add to my collection.
Sometimes I want to sit and color in one of my “grown-up” coloring books.
Sometimes I like to watch reruns of SpongeBob Squarepants (or Courage the Cowardly Dog, or Angry Beavers, or Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends… You get it, right?) even though I have already seen them at least a dozen times.
Man, with all of that little-ing, who has time to be a grown up, really?