Because I'm An Adult Now

I can eat soup for breakfast or a cookie or anything else I want.
I know that means that I have to be careful not to eat too many cookies for brekkie BUT I can if I want

I can draw on the walls if I want to.
I know that it has to be my own walls but, ya know, the waits are long at the hospital and I’ve an orange crayon in my pocket. Who would scold?

I don’t have to go to church if I don’t want to and I usually don’t.
I can best appreciate creation, the big wide universe, LIFE when I’m out in it. Or in my studio painting.

I can eat eggs for breakfast, lunch AND dinner. Every day!
But I don’t—cholesterol, don’cha know. OK, on occasion I can have an All Egg Day.

I can wear my PJs until noon if I feel like it! (I work from home mostly)
Granted, I feel like a stone slag when I do BUT there's also a giddiness, as though I'm getting away with something decadently fun.
I swear and people think it’s charming. Mostly.

I don’t have to wear make up and dresses or even comb my hair unless I feel like it. Conversely, I can wear tiaras and tutus any damn time I want.

I don’t have to JOIN. Signing up for a team or club is my choice now.

I can laugh at blasphemous cartoons and not be afraid the nuns will swat me for it.

I don't have to like all the same cartoons as my friends just so I'll fit in. Zippy? Sorry. Nope, doesn't light me up.

I can read comics in bed all day even if I don't have a cold.

I don't have to accept every single friend request that I get. If I know we'll be a bad fit, that I'll cringe anytime I see one of their posts, I don't have to accept the connection. For that matter, I don't have to be live and in person friends with anyone who treats me shoddily. No one's mother is gonna have a talk with mine or with me about how I'm not being nice, I'm being unfair when all I'm doing is protecting myself/standing up for myself..

For all the pains, hurdles, battles and bullshit that goes with being an adult, I'll take it, every damn time.