I awoke this morning to the following four thoughts:
1. When did I become assertive?
2. When did I start needing to go to bed early in order to not be cranky?
3. When did I develop a hierarchy of the order in which I need to pay my bills?
4. Where the fuck were my glasses?

Suddenly, I turned around, and I was an adult.

Childhood me always imagined adulthood me as wearing high heels and lipstick and going grocery shopping at an elevator-background-music-playing Stop n' Shop after clicking away at my corporate job. Romanticism through the eyes of a working-class-raised child.

I never imagined at twenty-two I would be:
-blogging
-fiscally conservative
-fatherless
-dyeing bits of gray hair
-worrying about budgets
-lamenting the loss of carbonation after leaving my San Pelligrino out too long

and other various adult thoughts of the non-Romantic kind.

more to come later when I can think straight...as in, the 'so what?' is to follow.