This post resonates with me so much. I was trying to think of something about myself to offer in the comments of your last post, and I think this is it: In my mind, I am still nineteen years old. I go around thinking I'm still young--when someone says something like, "Let's get the youth involved" in our Parish, I still think they're talking about me. I don't know if it's because time has passed so quickly, or if my mind just has a "failure to progress" syndrome. But every now and then, the reality hits me: I'm old enough to be my nineteen-year-old self's mother.  It seems impossible. I still feel like I'm on the cusp of my life--just embarking.  Probably because there is so much still to do, and I finally feel smart and capable enough to do it (a perk of getting older: one is less likely to suffer from "imposter syndrome").


Happy Birthday!!

(and thank you so much for the link)