When I was small, I was obsessed with the idea that I would never grow up. Despite the assurance of my family members that eventually I would learn to ride a bike, do laundry, and even drive a car, I remained sure that I would be five years old forever. Time seemed to stand still, each passing moment offering no guarantee of my growing body and mind.
At some point between then and now, I guess time sped up.In college, I used to look in the mirror and wonder what in the world I was going to do with my life, what my next move would be. Now I look in the mirror and think "You're really beginning to get the hang of this."
This is a chronicle of me, growing up every day.
