A cane is on my birthday wishlist

Somehow 25 seems like an actual adult. As the my birthday approaches, and despite the fact that I am doing what I believe I need to be doing, I worry and fret. I am a student, unemployed, and most emphatically single. Apparently my desire to adopt is good. By the time I get around to having a family, it might be my only option. A wise person takes stock often and gently, evaluating and allowing for growth and different time frames, individualistic traits. I guess I always figured I would have things a bit more together now. Maybe I would finally feel truly confident about being an adult. Am I not just a kid playing grownup?