I had a moment today. Let me paint you a picture. I went out to my car and the battery was dead so I hopped on my bike to make it to my hair appointment. My normal shoulder strap purse wasn't exactly bike friendly so I substituted it with my roommate's mini backpack. I knew I also needed to go to the library so I brought my overdue book which happened to be targeted for young adults.
As I was waiting to get my hair cut, the combination of the bike, book, and backpack suddenly struck me and I felt the familiar feeling of a little kid playing grown-up. The only thing that felt out of place was that I was at a hair appointment.
That actually happens to me fairly often. When I'm working at the hospital or paying bills or getting my oil changed, I sometimes think, Am I really old enough to be doing this? When did I turn into an adult? I almost worry that someone is going to find me out and send me back home to my parents.
But with all due modesty, I was kind of a cute kid.
