grownuphood

When I was a little kid my hero was Murphy Brown from the old TV show. She had a great career, a nice house, entertaining friends and absolutely rocked at being a grown up. She had her shit together. I knew at six years old I wanted to be her. Whenever my friends and I played house or barbies I was always the single career gal. Now that I’ve hit thirty I still want to be her, but my shit is definitely NOT together. I’m an adult, but not a grown up. And the terrifying truth is: I have no idea what I’m doing!