I took a tiny step towards being a grown up yesterday. I cooked dinner for myself and my boyfriend for the first time in my first apartment. It was such a little thing, but it made me feel really nice. I wasn't being forced to cook, I did because I wanted to. And it's also nice knowing that I won't starve without a meal plan. It may have been a tiny step, but at the very least it was a step in the right direction and that's good enough for me.
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