Full-Blown Adults

I distinctly remember thinking I was an adult when I was 20.

Please take a moment to laugh at 20-year-old Georgia. She was adorably naive. Legally speaking, sure, I was totally an adult. But not really. I was a baby-adult.

Honestly, I didn’t really start feeling like an Adult until a year ago. I have learned so much about what it means to be an adult, and then, at the same time, there is still so much I have not. I also think that I am probably not alone in that feeling.

So with that in mind, I’d like to present to you: Full-Blown Adult.

1 Part Blog. 1 Part Advice Column. 1 Part How-To Guide

If you just like hearing me telling embarrassing stories about myself, enjoy.

If you have a question, like how to fill out your W-4, or should you go to Law School, or how do you write a compelling cover letter, let me know! My hope is to be able to answer it, or ask someone who really knows how to answer it, and then let them do it.

If you have something you care passionately about that specifically (or vaguely, whatever) relates to being a grown-ass person and you want to write about it, and spread it around like a wildfire, let me know!

Let’s all be grownups.