Today, I feel like an adult.

I will be 28 in March.  That means that in a few mere months, I will be two years away from turning 30.  30 is only ten years away from being 40. 

When did this happen?  And how can I fix it and make it stop?

In my head, I still think I am 23.  Unfortunately, my body does not agree with me.  I neither look nor physically feel 23 anymore, but mentally…  I’m still there.

I don’t eat well balanced meals.

I sit Indian style, regardless of whether I am in a social or professional setting.

I’m kind of obsessed with “that’s what she said” jokes.

If I tell you I’m dressing up, I just mean that I am wearing a nice hoodie… not one of my old faded ones.

Maybe I’m not 23 emotionally.  Maybe I’m closer to 13?

Regardless of my refusal to become a real grown-up, today I managed to tackle what I consider to be a fairly adult task, and I didn’t even have to call my Daddy for assistance.  Not even once.

My car now has a tag, and my new title should arrive in the mail within six weeks.  Yup.  I braved the tag commissioner’s office all by myself.  

I’m not going to lie.  It was a little scary and overwhelming at first, but I dug in my heels and refused to be defeated.  And by golly, I handed all the necessary documents to the lady on the other side of that glass and signed in all the designated places like a champ!

I know.

This doesn’t seem like anything monumental to most people.

But this is me we’re talking about here.

A victory, regardless of how small, is still a victory.