2020 was a really hard year to be an adult. I'd like to think I was a good adult this year and that I was the epitome of calm as the whole world went mad. I was the person, surrounded by anxious people, who was able to pretend I wasn't, and I outwardly projected reassurance to all of those who depend on me. I'd like to think that, but then I'd be thinking a lie. I lost my head on more than one occasion. There was, however, that constant pressure to try to be the adult in the room -- and I did try. Therefore, like many of us (I'm sure), there were numerous moments where I wished I could just stop being an adult for a second. I wished I could return to my teenage years -- as awkward as they were -- when my mum would deal with the world as I worried about saving up for a Nintendo GameCube.