As an adult-in-transition, I find myself worrying about things I never had to worry about before--big things. I worry about my health, I worry about my parent's health, I worry about long-term financial stability, about settling in the right place, buying the right house, and starting my own version of a family.
I joke that I feel like I'm going through a second puberty--only "adult puberty" feels worse. My body isn't changing, it's decaying. My emotions aren't melodramatic, they are dramatic. At this rate, I'll need a lobotomy when I hit menopause.
Through each transition we gather wisdom, we gather strength, and we gain a few new scars. I have felt myself getting knocked down over and over again as I try to figure out a comfortable landing spot (both mentally and physically) for my adult life. Some days I can feel myself gathering strength, while other days I feel like I'm falling backwards.
I need to remember that we don't get to choose when or how the transition stops. One day, life just gets a little easier, but really, it's us--we've adjusted to the hardships and it feels like life is easier. I just have to hope that I come out on the other side of all this a wiser and stronger soul. I'm working on it.