There are times when I want to revert to old habits. Comforts. Some nights I cling to a teddy bear as if it anchors me to the bed. And I think that's okay. Being grown up, for me, is admitting that I don't have to completely grow up. Sometimes growing up is a bad thing.
So I will eventually make a list. A list I've made and remade often, but have never stuck to. What I want out of life. And I'd like to find many of them before I turn 30. Just a preference.