Thursday, December 25, 2008
So, I'm 18 (at least I am according to east coast time), but I still can't eat fondue without burning my tongue. I still can't chew gum without biting my lip at least four times in the same spot ("How can you bleed this much?!" asked my bewildered friends last week).
When I was younger (but not that much younger), I would run around the house with a blanket tied around my neck like a cape, pretending to be Superwoman.
And you know, I realized tonight that it's time to stop pretending -- because there is potential to be super and do good for the world. And save up for the Givenchy boots I've been craving. Even if I don't have the coordination to chew gum and think at the same time.
Like any 18 year old, I look forward to the future -- but I wouldn't trade anything for the present. Happy holidays to you, my lovely readers, and your families!