We can all agree that crossing over into adulthood isn’t signaled purely by a number. At the age of 18, while we are “recognized or declared by law” as adults, that certainly doesn’t mean much. I had my epiphany of what being an adult really meant this year, at 47. It may not be what you think. I’m not talking about being independent, earning an income, paying bills, and providing myself with the essentials. Sure that’s part of it, but I’m talking about what’s happening on the inside and my attunement with it.