Not Really A Grown-Up
I realized the other day while talking to one of the neighborhood kids, that I am no longer young.
It was kinda scary. The realization hit me with great force; partying & fashion are no longer part of my daily agenda. At least, not the way they used to be. Fashion now consists of being happy that I managed to get the laundry done this week so I have something CLEAN to wear to work. And partying now involves lots of toddlers, party hats & birthday cake.
But inside, I don’t feel old. In fact, on many days, I feel like I’m masqurading as an adult. I make grown-up decisions, I do grown-up things, but it all still has the feel of “playing house” sometimes. Granted, when you were playing house, you never factored in how the electricity bill was going to blow your monthly budget, but it’s not THAT much different. I still feel a sense of accomplishment when I manage to get all the bills out on time without a late fee.
Yea, me!