Oh shoot. I'm an adult.

           The other day I had a profound moment. I was here at work and I was just walking out of the bathroom and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I just had this feeling that made me stop and just stare at myself.  No, I wasn't staring because I was like, "Dang I look GOOOD." Haha! Although, sometimes I really do that.  I mean, when ya look good, ya look good. Ya know?  

        Anyway, the reason I was looking at myself so intently was because I just had this moment of realization of feeling like I finally felt, and looked, my age.  I was looking and I said out loud, "Uhh... Ok this is weird."  I don't know how to explain it, but I just finally recognized myself as an adult and as a 21, almost 22 year old. 

Me, as of 20 seconds ago, and Me, as of about 20 years ago.

        And today, I am alone in the office because Victoria and Drew went with the middle schoolers to Wounded Knee which is an indian reservation they go to every year for missions.  I stayed behind so I can be available to counselors that are in The Healing Place (counseling center located within the church. It's pretty awesome) so that I can kind of interview them and just get a little bit more information on my career path. And as I was walking from the bathroom today, ( I just noticed all my realizations are happening around the bathroom.... that's awkward...) I realized that I had a big girl job, the kind of job I thought about when I was younger.  I sit in an office, read books, type up reports, talk with people, engage in some good conversation, etc.  I know it's an internship, but still, it's the closest thing I have to a big girl job up to this point.  And again, it was weird thinking that I'm not working at a restaurant, or a theme park, or whatever else I did when I was in high school.  This is it. I'm not little anymore, I'm not a teenager anymore.  I have to make big girl decisions and do big girl things.  This is a little intimidating. I'm in my last year of college starting this fall and afterwards, I have to figure out what I'm gonna do with my life. YIKES.  

         Another thing I noticed is that my baby sis isn't such a baby anymore.  I didn't really just notice this, but it fits nicely into the context of this post, so I'll add it in. (Plus I made a before/after pic so I simply HAVE to use it. :P )  Anyway, like I said, she isn't a baby anymore.  She's still a teenager, but she's almost 19 and that pretty crazy.  I used to think people were so dumb for not remembering how old their brothers and sisters were, but now I get it.  I keep thinking she's still like.... 15.  But she isn't! I can still try to boss her around, but  I think it is extremely unlikely that she is gonna listen. 

Kerri & I, about 19 yrs ago,  and then Kerri & I, around last Christmas

         So, moral of the story is this:  Time, man.... This junk creeps right on up behind you, and then attacks you like a mind controlling spider monkey so you've got no idea how or when time caught up with you!  Luckily, I think I age well, so it's all good. I just gotta get my junk together so I'm prepared for what time holds for me!  Just gotta take a deep breath and keep going, because whether or not I choose it, time keeps movin'!