Age is Just a Number

. . . so they say. And I’ve always believed that and still do. I mean I’ve been told numerous times that my personality is a lot older than twenty-three. . . I blame Mom on that one. I guess I just feel like this whole 20′s decade, even though it’s only been 3 years into it, has been full of confusion. I mean, is anyone else with me here??? I know that this is the time when we’re supposed to be finding ourselves and whatnot, but lately I’ve felt kind of. . lost. And if you’ve met my family, they’re not the best to turn to for advice AT ALL. And Johnny, who’s a guy (in case you didn’t know), is much more practical than I am, and very useful for most subjects as a source of advice. But when it comes to finding myself, it seems the only person I have to turn to is – go figure – myself. [And God, who's definitely playing a huge role in finding moi. But that's a whole other blog in itself that will come soon enough.]

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