I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
Recently I find myself using the “look, guys, let’s be serious here. This is how we’re going to do things” attitude a lot more, pulling out the “I’m the eldest here” card. It’s a bit terrifying, so I go and do something exceptionally childish afterwards.