Being an adult is putting the leftover pot of food in the fridge because you can’t come and kill yourself.
Being an adult is leaving dishes in the sink overnight.
Being an adult is sometimes sleeping with makeup on.
Being an adult is dozing off on the toilet seat.
Being an adult is going to the washing machine to find your clothes almost dry because you forgot them in there.
Being an adult is going to the dryer to find your clothes cool because you forgot them in there.
Being an adult is not remembering if you turned the dryer on.
Being an adult is spending hours in traffic listening to a Spotify playlist that makes no sense.
Being an adult is realizing that the playlist radio makes more sense than the playlist itself.
Being an adult is an experience. 
Being an adult is an experience I am grateful for. 
Being an adult is an experience I am determined to consciously and presently enjoy.