The first step in growing up just starting.
You are pushed into it, like you push yourself into the front seat of the car
Adjusting the seat,
Catching your reflection as you move the mirrors
And when everything is double checked and in its place,
You wish there were more to do.
Because leaving comfort behind is hard,
And even when you want to go - to start, you still wish there was a reason to stay.
But starting is necessary
If you plan to go anywhere.
So you place the key in the ignition,
For the first time by yourself.
And the engine sputters
Because it is unsure,
And so are you.
Still, you move forward
And the engine bursts to life
And you think maybe -
Just maybe -
The new and unknown isn’t so terrifying.