I am turning twenty-nine this year and I have finally given up on my battle with growing up. Now, this was a natural, yet forced occurrence. Man. I keep looking for that “fair” shit in adulthood and honestly, adulthood does not care about what is fair. Yeah. I bust my ass for promotions that may never come, but I will just know that it is not meant for me. Adulthood does not care that I become angry and hurt my man’s strong feelings, my youth no longer justifies my outbursts, “Girl. You are grown.” Words of kindness may be overlooked but does that deplete the words of their authenticity? Adulthood does not care about my beliefs, I do. To go through this world angry and reacting to all harsh realities is not my game. I am painfully trying to bloom into the level headed, yet free-spirited, Jesus loving, sometimes fiery-woman that I WANT to be, because adulthood does not care if I mature. The years will fly by whether I truly grow or not. Forced maturity hurts. Sounds just like change.