Remember when you were a kid and you wished that people would stop telling you what to do? You KNEW what you wanted to do. You knew where you wanted to go. And most likely you had a pretty good idea of how you planned to get there.

But,what happens when you’re an adult and you have to make decisions you don’t want to. Then you wish there was still someone telling you what to do. Not because you were going to do anything different than what they said, but because then you wouldn’t have to take responsibility for it. Because then people couldn’t blame you for doing it.

I have a decision to make. Nothing life-altering, but something that feels life threatening to me. It isn’t, but it feels all important to me.

I know what I should do, I know what the best thing to do is, but I don’t *want* to do it. No one else cares about it but me. But *I* care. *I* don’t want to admit that I need to do it, I don’t want to take the responsibility.
I don’t want to be a grown-up.