Remember that movie from the 80’s with Tom Hanks where he was a little boy in a big man’s body?
It came out when I was 2 years old. If I can remember it, so can you.
Yeah…NOW you remember.
I’m kind of having a “Big” moment lately. At least that’s the best way I can describe it.
I still feel like a little kid sometimes, but am an adult. I know, I know. I’m only 28 (will be 29 in a couple months), I’m still “a kid” to most people.
But I’m in that weird area, where I’ll still drop everything to watch Looney Toons or Fresh Prince of Bel Air. But I also spent time yesterday researching investment firms so that I can begin investing more/better for retirement and thinking about stock portfolios and dividends.
I was telling my co-workers this morning about my friend that passed on Friday. I even said to one of them (both of them are in their 50s, so I’m “the kid” here), aren’t I too young to be losing friends already? And I remembered, she’s not the first friend I’ve lost that was my age. It’s kind of reminding me that I’m not really too young for anything at this point. Which is weird, too.
I don’t want to make it sound like I don’t like this in-between area here. I’m hoping there will always be a part of me that feels like I’m 5 years old. I think it’s part of the reason why I enjoy my relationship with Devon so much. We often act like 5 year olds when we’re together. I’m good with that.
I keep saying it, but it’s just weird to me. I don’t know how else to describe it. I’m okay with it. I like the thought of “growing up” and growing older. I’m not afraid of getting older, it’s a privilege that some people don’t get, like my friend who passed. I don’t want to die, but I don’t mind getting older. That’s another weird area.
I’m just weird. I think we know this, though.