Like most respectable women, I learned my most valuable lessons from Oprah. She taught me to be kind to others, take control of my destiny, and most importantly, to not carry out on stage how much weight I have lost on a red wagon.

Unfortunately, Oprah forgot to teach me one serious lesson: how to fake being an adult until I actually become one. I guess I always thought that one day I would wake up and be a mature adult. One day I would wake up and stop throwing fits in the grocery store when I don’t get a treat. One day I would wake up and enjoy doing the cleaning and laundry for my family.

But, no.

Instead, I’m a 23 year old who still throws fits in grocery stores, buys new clothes to avoid laundry, and still calls my dad when I need gas in my car. Why didn’t anyone tell me that growing pains wasn’t just a pain in your leg when you’re 7 years old? Growing pains hurt like hell, and no amount of Tylenol PM will cure it. Of course, when I told my mom about this phase in my life she remembered going through the same thing. Well, thanks for the heads up, Mom.

However, the best thing about getting older is having choices. I wanted and asked for everything I have right now. I chose Eric, I chose 3 pets, and I chose my job. Now, I just need to figure out how to be a wife, a mother, and a 9-5er. 

So far, my plan is to fake it til I make it… in the most genuine way.

 I’ll let you know how it goes.