Forget Your Inner Child
And hug your inner twenty-something instead
For a moment, forget your inner child. Pretend you’ve found a very affordable, trustworthy inner babysitter.
And conjure up your inner 25 year old.
They thought they were a grown up, but they were actually a child, too.
It makes sense that they made decisions that now make you cringe when you drive by bars where you used to hang out. It makes sense they…