Why grow up??
I remember being 17 (yes!!! I really do!!) and thinking that being 30 would be so old; that people who were 30 must be so mature and so completely different from me. Now as i celebrate my 37th (!!!) birthday today i realize that it really truly is just a number.
I realize that although i’ve gone on to live another 20 years past my 17th year, I am still so very much the same. Yes i’m much more wize in the ways of the world so to speak but it seems to me that my main identity and characteristics are still very much the same:
I’m dependable though often 3 minutes late
I worry about who likes me and who doesn’t (I’ll never admit this one outside of this blog but it’s true
)I love chocolate peanut butter squares but i love pierogies more - YUM!
I talk a lot
I am okay with being alone (its an only-child thing i think)
I can keep a secret ’till death if you ask me to
I will go out of my way to make someone else’s day (comes from my dad i think) whether they would do the same for me or not
I would still enjoy the challenge of a keg stand
Okay there are probably many more but those come to mind for now. The point is that i still feel like that 17 year old kid. I still love to have fun and spend time with my friends - it’s just that now my circle of friends includes a 5 year old and a 7 year old who just happen to look a lot like my husband and I
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