So much of growing up is about rules—at school, at home, when you’re at your friend’s house and you realize their rules are different. The older I get, the more I realize that there are no rules. You can have ice cream before dinner, you can switch careers at any time, you can tell someone you like them or tell someone something scary and it will be okay (most of the time). You don’t have to pretend to like movies or music that you actually don’t like. You don’t have to be a morning person or go hiking or listen to the Daily. You do have to hold the door for people and look both ways before you cross the street, though.
One tiny rule I’ve started to break is
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