In your face, silly adulthood inhibitions!

 

I don't think I was ever really eccentric when I was young. I don't ever remember going through a stage where I didn't really care what people thought of me. 

 

That's sad. 

 

But I always catch myself thinking, If I were more quirky, I'd to this. If I went to a different church, I'd wear that. If they wouldn't think this, I'd try it.

 

I'm deciding that that kind of thinking is not for me anymore!

I will do it! I will wear that crazy outfit and dress up even if no one else is! I will wear those bright pink tights and that white, huge-sleeved top that have been hanging in my closet for so long! I will go skipping through the parking lot when there is a convenient wind! I will ride the carousel in the mall!

I will be the kind of adult who expresses herself in the way she wants and doesn't concern herself with what other adults (or non) might think (in a caring, nice sort of way, of course).


This isn't to say that all those resolves in my previous post have gone out the window. Never fear! This is just one of the steps toward becoming that zesty, self-confident adult that I talked about.

Angelic Visitation of George Grant

18 years old.
Do you think 18 is old?
I don't.
I think it's pretty dang young.
Or at least, I thought it was until my teacher said something about a "palm pilot" and half the sophomores in my class went, "huh?"

Yes. You heard right. Palm pilots are dinosaurs. They're from the Stone Age.
And I remember them. Very clearly.

Suddenly, I feel very old. Like, I think I'm feeling some wrinkles appear on my face. Hang on, lemme check.
...yep. 4.