Now I'm going through a coming of age, similar to Kim's. I'm eighteen. An official highschool graduate with one year of college under my belt. I have a job, I own a business, I can legally vote, and I can schedule my own doctor appointments. In other words, I'm an adult. (insert Psycho theme song here).
I'm not so sure how I feel about this. I'm at the age that I used to see and think "psh...that's YEARS away. I'll have it all figured out by then!" Well here I am, and trust me when I say how wrong my ten year old self was.
Maybe I have a few things figured out, but the vast majority is still a dizzying array of options, which I feel very fortunate to have. But there's no denying the fact that it's scary. And there's no denying the fact that I feel old - I don't think I'll ever get used to being called "ma'am."
As my wise mama said to me, "You never get used to how old you are. That never changes." Amidst a constantly changing world, finally I've found something that never will. And for this new adult, that makes things a little less scary.