“You gotta grow up.” That thought hit me different last night. I’ve played my own game of life forever—ignoring what I should do, doing what I want, running from the hard stuff. But this message came through loud and clear: You gotta grow up. The last seven months have been internal battle after internal battle. Each month, its own war. Then September came in and ripped off a Band-Aid I’d kept in the dark for a really long time. And suddenly? Clarity. The whys. The wheres. The who’s. Everything started making sense. That little girl who needed a hug back then? She still needs it today. But now I know why. Here’s the truth we all gotta face: We all have to grow up one way or another. And finding that place—or not running from it—is gonna hit you. It’s gonna smack you right in your face, sit you the fuck down, and make you deal with it. Because there’s only so much you can avoid before it starts to consume you. Do the work that’s needed. Especially if you want to be the be...