When you look at my age, and my bills, you would consider me a grown-up.  I own a home and a car.  I have a Master’s degree.  I’m gainfully employed.  But I don’t feel grown-up.  On the inside, I’m a kid waiting to experience the magic of adulthood. I thought being a grown-up meant that I could do WHATEVER I wanted to do…whenever I wanted to do it.  That is partly true.  But there are so many things that tie me down.  So many responsibilities that I didn’t have when I was child. My therapist really got my wheels spinning in my most recent session.  He told me that I…