The thing that’s scary about “adulting” is noticing that this is it. This is the whole world. This is traveling and paying bills.
This is what being marriageable is. And friendship is.
And it’s not bad.
But it sort of… maybe isn’t all that you thought life could be.
And it’s not like you get much better at it. It just keeps happening. You can get better at anticipating it, you can get better at not minding it. But the only thing that really helps is allowing yourself to be amazed and impressed by it.