I realized today, as I repeatedly typed 06 instead of 07 into the month field on my auto-reminders, that indeed, it is July already.
Whichever part of my brain it is that controls my internal clock may vehemently disagree (“It’s only February…April at most!” it claims) but the calendar doesn’t lie and it’s not only the seventh month of the year, but we’re already five days in.
This means in two days Paul and I will celebrate our fourth wedding anniversary and thirteen short days after that I will turn the big 2-9.
You know how I was saying it doesn’t feel like July, not really?
Well, it really doesn’t feel like I’m turning twenty-nine.
I know twenty-nine is not old, not remotely old, but let’s face it, even at age twenty-two, twenty-nine sounded like a much more adult age, an age you’d reach in some distant future when life would be All Figured Out.
Except I’m almost twenty-nine now and sometimes I’m still struck with a sense of masquerading as an adult going about an adult life when I feel like I’m in one of those movies where the teenager has had their brain switched with the real adult.  Who’s walking around with my brain?
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking though and I feel like maybe I’ll turn a corner soon…but for now I have to go take care of some grown-up responsibilities so blogging will have to wait!