When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
Hi-ho and hello.
Whoa! I’d love to say the birth of my first son, or upon marriage, but even still I feel that I’m growing and learning at 34.
This doesn’t mean I’m not grown, just that I haven’t stopped learning and discovering. (Stopped writing, perhaps.)
I would say though, that adulthood didn’t truly encapsulate my life until I nearly lost my marriage. Truth is, it was as though a rug had been removed and I, the sucker, stood there awaiting the plummet to certain dire death.
I may happen to be dramatic but to lose the traction that is consistent and routine, and to find out that it was to be done, is like having the air stripped from your lungs. This called for growing up and having to acknowledge some failures of my own and a need to find myself profit.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support shown. And that time and again I see your beautiful presence. Thank you. May your night be joyous and the day a bright and glorious one.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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