I've been thinking about the younger me. What I would have told her now. How as you get older there are more and more responsibilities. Like laundry and bills and car registrations. Like renewing phone plans and working long hours and trying to navigate priorities. Younger me would have laughed, said that's not life. But it is life. Life hits you hard. It doesn't matter if you're ready for it or not; it still happens. But you grow into it. I'd tell her, don't worry, you get there eventually.