Is this what it's like to be an adult?

When I was little, I couldn't wait to be grown up. I had all these plans, all these ideals. Of course I was going to change the world. I was going to make the world a better place for women. I was going to do this and that.

And then I realize how automated we all get, how focused on the details we get, and it's a little depressing. This is what I wanted? This is why I was so excited to get older - to pay bills and sweep the floor on a Saturday night and talk about parking spaces - really?

And then I realize I still can do anything, I just have to remember how to get there.