I was flipping through the diaries I wrote as a teenager before bed tonight, and I realized how full of energy I used to be. Back then, even though I was under a lot of pressure, I was always hopeful about the future. Now, life feels pretty dull—just the same repetitive routines day after day. Then it hit me: maybe this is what growing up looks like?
I know the way I realized this feels a bit on the negative side, but I’m curious how others see growth. Has there ever been a moment when you suddenly felt like you weren’t the same person anymore? I use diaries to track my changes—what about you?
For me, it's being excited to receive socks as a Christmas gift.
More broadly, I felt like a "real adult" at 30. I still don't feel like I have it all figured out, though. Still struggle. Just different from childhood/teen years.