Mom - Mature

At 25, exhaustion was existential. It was fear. It was "Will I be enough? Will I break this? Do I even know who I am?"

I hear the sound of a life finally making perfect, beautiful, late-blooming sense. Don’t tell me I started too late. Tell me I started exactly when I was supposed to. mature mom

So yes, I am tired. I am slower. I don’t understand TikTok. My back hurts. At 25, exhaustion was existential

You are not late. You are not behind. You are not "too old." mature mom