Crystal Cheatham — Indie from the start

I wonder if you grow up all at once. I’m wondering if you wake up one morning grown. If not then I’ll have to assume all that stuff we learned about adults when we were kids was just fluff. I mean I’m here. Physically I’ve climbed the mountain. I’ve reached the top and the ground has leveled out but where’s that magnificent view? From way up here I would have to say that this adulthood thing is totally lack luster and bland in texture and color. I feel like the shell of an adult with the heart of a child. I look down at my body and my hands are small. My ankles are swimming in my pumps. My slacks sag way around my waste and this briefcase feels more like a nap sack than a business binder.  I’m unaccomplished and feeble.Whose ideas was this? Whose fault? I’m ready to kick and scream. They shoulda told me back then that the best part was what I was already living… All I’m saying is… when does growing up feel… Like growing up?