Notes and misadventures in adulthood (Chapter two)

The fear: I’m forty-one and still don’t have my ‘shit together’… what if I never do?

All I want to know is, when will it all become clear?

The other day, I dropped my phone on my face twice in a row — checking and rechecking my Medium, Tumblr, Instagram, Twitter and email notifications.

I know, so sad. *shakes head*

I’ve drunk from the ‘Kool Aid’ and now I’m hooked. The fact that I’m already an actual sugar…