By J. Paul Schiek — Adulting is hard. Bills, mortgages, insurance, mortgage insurance bills? But adulting also has a way of making one forget how hard it is to be a teenager. It’s a whole other framework of concerns, much of it centered around a rapidly expanding worldview, and the dissolution of that chrysalis of childhood illusions that diminishes with equal quickness. Then adulthood sweeps in like a giant chalkboard eraser and leaves just a faint pressure outline of all that poetry journal worthy heartache and pain and throws up a new equation, just as unsolvable as the last.