My upcoming twenty-eighth birthday marks my tenth year of this adult thing. I am aware that there is no official marker of womanhood, but I wanted to imagine what the fiery eighteen year old me would have to say about my adult choices and persona.
“Phew, girl. We are getting old and we are still not rich? And what do you mean that you cannot write? I do not know you. Stop drinking all of that wine and let those fingers hit the keys! I am aware that life happens, but why did you think that Mama Greta worked so hard to provide? You cannot have possibly of thought that life was an easy ride. We come from the gutter, but God drew us out, please keep moving. As for you being childless and unmarried as an old woman, I am not surprised. Still late-blooming, I see. I think that heart breaks and adult frustrations have made you deviate from who your mother raised you to be. Kindness, not anger is always the answer. Watch your back, why are you surprised that people are not trusting? It is still important for you to be a good friend, that makes me happy. Anyway, enough preaching. Gain some weight. And model, please. Oh, and what happened to Hip Hop?
Keep your head up.”
18 year old Domo..see the angst?