I feel old.
Over the weekend I ran into a friend who I haven't seen since high school. It forced me to look at myself through my 17-year-old self's eyes. Ugh! Why does the teenager in me still have to be such an opinionated asshole? Anyways, it was awkward. I stood there nodding, repeating whatever she said with nearly 20 years of memories short circuiting my brain..."We should catch up!"... "Yes, yes, we should catch up! We should!" Catch up? How could we possibly catch up? University, apartments, boyfriends, traveling, jobs, CFA, career all settled and in the past...now I am wife, mom...and...blogger?
I am old.
I saw a teenager out grocery shopping with her mother (trailing behind her mom through the store like it was the last place on the planet she wanted to be). I liked what the teenager was wearing (ripped up tee and jeans), and not necessarily what the mom was wearing. I forget what the mom was wearing, but it was probably an old white tee with yellow jeans - ha!
Still sugar-free (and dairy-free)
I am closing in on my pre-baby weight. I am getting impatient. But wait - didn't I do this to be healthy?
Over the weekend my younger brother opened 8footsix.com (his first time ever on the site) and started reading post after post out loud using a comedic voice. "I wrote that?! Come on...Stop it!" I think it was his way of making me feel silly for taking paint colours, or outfits, or whatever else I have been blogging about too seriously. Actually, let's face it, he's just a jackass. Thanks a LOT Bam!
ps. I said ass twice (oops three times!)...that's different!