I have twelve hours left of my twenties. And then, I become an adult. All those immature relationships, ways of being, wastes of time will be no more. I only have to live with the drama of life and of my twenties for twelve more hours… Kidding. If only life magically worked that way. Though … More Thank you for my first 30 years
Right now, I’m on the precipice of turning thirty. My toes are dangling out over the edge and I’m peering into unfamiliar territory. Pretty soon, life will shove me over whether or not I’m ready. 30. That’s a big deal. Or at least seems like it should be. I’ve had my fair share of reactions … More On turning 30
Sometimes, when I’m sitting at my desk amidst piles of client files, shuffling through them, making notes, organizing, I get the sense that I’m still just “playing doctor.” I suddenly feel like I’m back in my childhood home pretending to be a college professor with my old biology textbook and workbook exercises that I’m assigning … More Wait, am I an adult?