Even when you're talking to your BFF and she's telling you about a friend who is cheating on her husband; even when you're listening to your child and she's telling you about a friend who hurt her feelings; even when you're talking to your husband and he's telling you about what an asshole someone is at work; even then, there's another side to the story.
Only one more year until I'm thrust into the real world, with a real job, making (hopefully) real money. I'll have a little debt to pay off. I'll have to file my own taxes and pay my own bills and take myself to the doctor's when I'm sick. Am I excited? Of course. Am I scared out of my wits? Totally.
I wish I could travel back in time and squeeze you and hug you and tell you all about the amazing adventures you're going to have. I know things are very uncertain right now. You're about to graduate from college, but beyond that you have no real plan. Real life seems both light years away and scarily fast-approaching.