Adulting for me is to pay bills not live life. Yes it's perfectly okay to wear your skimpy night gown, have a bonfire, play music, dance, while watching the neighbors fireworks, contemplating the next kid moment of sleeping under the stars on blow up mattresses in the back yard. It's official. I don't have to be a grown up until it's time to clock in. My work does not define me. It pays to let me be me.