I forget that I am an adult…

Sometimes I forget I am an adult.

It gets to ‘bedtime’ and I start to think I should switch everything off and go to bed, but I’m in the middle of doing something…I forget I am an adult, I can stay up if I want to.

Far too often I am waiting for someone else to give me permission to do something, just like when I was a kid and had to get my mum’s say so, or the go-ahead from dad. But I am an adult now and I forget that I don’t need permission.

I can get up when I want to, go to the cinema when I want to, eat what I want and have the people I choose to have in my life… sometimes I just need to remind myself of that.

So, when I am up till 3am writing, its cos I can, Cos I am an adult that can make my own decisions.

Until I am ill… then I don’t29542791_2039524019668972_8084621711104685672_n want to be an adult anymore…

ntill

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