I’ve decided that it’s pretty cool being 21. I am beginning to identify some of my small victories as “adult victories.” This morning my Monday started off with needing a stapler for a paper due at 9:30, only for my professor to offer me a stapler, unknowing I needed one, at 9:29. I must have done something really great in my past life.

No other time in my life have I ever felt like an adult except for when I order a bottle of wine at a restaurant or when someone entrusts me with something like a car seat. Being 21 is cool not only because you don’t have to pretend you even think the bouncer might think your ID is real, but you can really evaluate yourself and your relationships for the first time.

I’ve also decided that great epiphanies follow great minds, or at least what I like to say when I get an idea in the shower. For the first time, I feel like I am adult enough to look back and acknowledge every romantic relationship I’ve ever had and decide the severity of it. Was it a crush, or did I really care for them? I’ve realized it doesn’t matter how long you know someone, the only people in you really care about are the ones you dream about and then ones who cross your mind in the shower.

Thankfully, I’m not much of a shower-thinker.