I am almost 32, yet I still have to remind myself that I actually
am an adult and I’m not just pretending to be one. This shouldn't be hard for me to grasp. I've been married for 8 years. I've owned 4 houses. I have a pretty successful career, which
although doesn't always feel like quite where I think I should be, isn't exactly something a teenager would be qualified to do. This would imply that I think of myself as an
immature kid, which is hardly the case.
I honestly think I’m one of the least fun people I know, and could
probably stand to be less serious some of the time. But still I have to remind
myself somewhat regularly that I really am an adult.
Today at lunch was one of those times. It is 55 degrees outside and sunny, so a
nearly perfect day for mid-February. I
work in downtown Baltimore on the Inner Harbor. I've been working here for over 3 months, but it still seems
surreal. So today I walked over to
Panera Bread with my iPad, and sat at a table eating my lunch while I checked
some email and read. Just like about 70%
of the other grownups in the place. Still I felt like an impostor of sorts.
I've mostly decided that I’m never going to really feel like
an adult, and I am mostly okay with that.
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