Maybe This Is What Growing Up Feels Like

No one tells you that growing up isn’t one big moment.
It’s hundreds of tiny ones you almost miss.

It’s closing your laptop at 2 a.m. and realizing no one’s checking if you finished.
It’s making coffee instead of complaining that you’re tired.
It’s forgiving someone who never said sorry.
It’s realizing your parents are just people who tried their best.
It’s walking home alone and feeling okay about the silence.

For years I thought success meant finally “figuring it out.”
Now I think it’s just learning how to keep going when you haven’t.

You stop waiting for life to feel perfect
and start noticing the small, ordinary things that make it bearable—
the friend who texts “home?” when you’re late,
the stranger who holds the elevator,
the song that hits right when you need it.

Maybe this is what growing up feels like:
not having everything together,
but finding pieces of peace in the middle of the mess.