I had dinner with two friends last night. They were talking about their jobs and careers and they seemed like real grown ups and everything! For a moment, I felt like I was ten and out to dinner with my parents and their friends. I almost asked one of them, "Can I order another Coke? Pleeeze?!" But I realized that I'm a 32-year-old self-supporting woman and don't have to ask anyone whether or not I want to order a damn soft drink (though, I'm trying to cut down on the carbs, so my own "inner-parent" kicked in and dampened my childish spirit...just like old times).

I was also trying to listen to the news more because that's what (I hear) adults do. Yesterday, I listened to reports about children being blown up half-way around the world and I took it all in stoic sadness and said things like, "that's so awful...hey, can I get into your iTunes?" How desensitizing myself to violence against children is helping myself, the world, or anyone, is lost on me...

Just for today, I am allowed to struggle with being a grown-up.