I often stress about life, the past, the present, the what ifs of the future.

Am I pretty enough? Am I skinny enough? Am I kind enough? Am I witty enough? Am I sexy enough? Am I smart enough? Will I move like I want to? Will I graduate school? Will I ever find a lasting love? Will I ever get married? Will I get divorced? Will I get a good job? Will I be homeless? Will I be a loser? Will I ever have kids? Will I be a good mom? Will I travel the world? Am I a good friend? Am I a good partner? Will I be happy?

And then I remember just as quickly as I forget : I am the driver and I can drive anywhere I want to in my life. I choose whether I want to be happy, I choose my partner, I choose my career, I choose whether I move, or travel, I choose how I feel, I choose my life, no one else. I am an adult now and I am creating my life. I don't have to sit in the backseat anymore.

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