You think you're good. 

You think you are passed it - that the tough part is gone. 

You think you've found it - that thing you're looking for. 

But then one day you wake up, and you're not good. You haven't found it - you don't know if you ever will. 

Growing up is weird. 

You're trying to find your place in the world and you don't really know what that means. 

You don't want to settle down because you're young - yet you don't find peace in living a life with no roots - you don't think it's for you. 

So what is for you? 

You don't know. 

Some days you wish you were Ashley from Instagram who just bought a house with her hubby. Other days, you wish you were Linda who just moved to New York on a whim. 

You don't know. 

And for some reason, you do wish. You wish you were someone else - that you had something different.

And then you get mad at yourself for it, because, why can't you just be? 

You wonder if you should be here or there - if you should wait or go. 

You wonder why, after chasing your dream - your thirst has yet to be quenched. 

You stay single because you want options, yet you live in a deep loneliness - never letting anyone really, truly, in. 

You're happy, yet you're sad. You're on the right track, yet you're not. 

You're good, and then you're not. 

This, I think, is growing up. 

This, I think, is life.


Anastasia Warren