The women in my life have all told me not to grow up too fast. Don't move too fast. Don't make such hasty decisions. My young mind thought they had no idea what they were talking about. The best things come to those who speed!
I was sorely mistaken.
Throughout the summer, I had been seeing a therapist. Because there is a super black woman complex, I was ashamed that I couldn't just pray, take a nap and do what I needed to do. However after many strong suggestions and sleep deprived nights, I got into an Uber and sat down on that comfy couch to cry in front of a stranger.
On my quest for success of every kind, I get bombarded with advice on how to achieve it. One of the main ones is to make good habits. By good habits, they mean doing uncomfortable, hard things repeatedly until it becomes second nature. That doesn't mean you'll like those awful things over time. No one likes being responsible. And if they do, they are usually devoid of spontaneity even in the smallest sense. It just means you'll appreciate the success when you get it.