As soon as those words came out of my mouth I wished I could recall them. Those words in that order could only mean one thing. I'm an adult. I'm not sure when it happened or why it happened, but it happened. I am an adult. That blows.
Truthfully, I've been a legal adult for almost 10 years (it took everything I have in me to admit that), and I haven't lived with my parents since I left for college. I have a house, a job, a reliable car, a great wardrobe, a good stylist and colorist, etc. But I still feel 20 years old, like I'm in college, but with money. I don't feel like I imagined I would feel when I became an adult. Do I even want to feel that way?
My husband mentioned to me that he thinks he might want to have a kid (a different story for a different day), and I immediately thought (among other things) "Oh my lord, I'm not old enough to have a kid! Who would trust me with a kid?" However, when my mom was my age she had 3 kids. My point is, I'm "old enough" to do almost anything (except become President, I still have a little over 7 years before that bomb drops on me, whew!) and I know that, but I certainly don't feel it.
So, I pose a question to you all...do you feel like an adult? If so, when did it happen? If not, let's be BFFs and ignore the fact that we're getting further and further from 20 and closer and closer to 30 and live in blissful denial.