sometimes you look at things like an adult. all rational, cool, calm, collected.
sometimes (after, say, 3 glasses of wine that follow 12 almost* solid hours of homework), you accidentally decide to be brutally honest with yourself and suddenly realise that really, truly, in all the ways that actually count, you never really left high school. hell, you're still in junior high, baby!
but ya know what? as long as you maintain that sexy grown up sang froid on a day-to-day basis, it's all good. so, you know, whatevs, let's raise a glass (of tea now, babies, herbal tea - i am THAT badass!) to self-actualization, self-awareness, self-knowledge and move on. breathe in and out, put one foot in front of the other despite the utterly ridiculous demons that might haunt, and just get on with life.
who's with me?
*with a well deserved and entirely respectable break for a run