When does one become an adult?
When can a young man or woman stand in front of their peers and older adults and declare themselves to be officially grown up?
What are the markers that show the world that you have left that middle space between complete dependence and complete independence behind? And why the heck do we have to go through it in the first place?
What happens when we get to adulthood, and how do we deal with leaving our safety net behind?
Life happens to all of us, but only some people happen to life.
I didn’t really know what to title this post because although there is a recipe for chocolate cupcakes at the end, it’s not really about the cupcakes. The cupcakes are a vehicle for me to talk about stuff.
I feel like lately life has been happening to me, rather than that I am actually living life. It might have to do with the fact that I’m living in a state of limbo and my life has been turned upside down this year. I don’t know what I want to do with my life or where I’m going and so I’m filling in time by working and baking and going to parties and weddings.