Agency
Excuse the word vomit—-
Smacked in the face by adulthood. I don’t think it meant so much as it does now. Suddenly I have to be the adult and make the adult decisions, but don’t I get a waiver? A practice round, a re-do, anything? Why do I have to be the one to decide these matters, decisions that have repercussions that are still beyond my 22-year-old self. I’ve been taught that agency means power. I act. I do. I choose. I decide. I control. I own. My act, my doing, my choice, my decision, my control.
And how do I feel?
Powerless.
