Uhh, lemme talk.

I turn 28 next week. That sounds crazy. 28? Me? I looked (and felt) about 12 years old this morning when I bought a package of PopTarts (I can't help it) on my way to work. How do people do it, you know? Grow up? I mean, I've heard it's just a myth, and that everyone is pretending to know what they are doing, but some people really seem to have it together. And I'm not one of them.

On average, I have about 6 glasses of water on my nightstand at any given moment. I bring one in with me almost every night before I go to bed, and I rarely remember to bring it back out the next morning, until I start to run out of glasses. Or room on my nightstand.

My hair is always a mess. I'm one of those girls who has their hair pulled back every single day. My motto before leaving the house is always: good enough. I've said on more than one occasion, "I know it doesn't look like it, but I did wash my hair today!" Don't get me wrong - I'm not a grease ball, I shower! I take care of myself! However, I would rather sleep an extra 10 minutes than spend that time fixing my hair in the morning.

I misplace everything. I could be holding something in my hand, and two seconds later, not have a clue where it went. Kelsey's entire family has had a good laugh at my expense when I left my wallet on their front porch one night. I didn't realize it was gone until the next morning, when I was scrambling to get to work on time. I used to write out grocery lists and lose them before I got to the store (now I use my phone). Whenever I'm looking for a certain scarf to wear, it's MIA, but seems to always show up whenever I'm not looking for it. Either I have a House Elf fucking with me, or despite my best efforts to have my shit together - I don't.

I still think I'm too young to get married and/or have kids. I know -90% of you will not agree with me on this, but I have a firm belief that marriage should be illegal until you're 30. Okay, that's dramatic. Maybe 25. I see people get married in their early 20s and I think, "That's like a 12 year old trying to drive a car; it might be fine, but it could be deadly." I have a lot more to say on that subject, but stop I'll for now.

I'm incredibly impulsive. Almost to the point of being destructive. Drive to New Hampshire on a whim (to meet a strange who could very well kill me)? Sure. Start off with tickets to see two Avett Brothers concerts, and end up planning to see five shows in a week instead? Yes, please. Turn a trip to Ikea into an overnight stay, with tickets to see Mike Birbiglia? Uh, yeah, that happened yesterday. I've lived a pretty normal life - one that wasn't built around spontaneity. But I've sure as shit changed that about myself recently. And I love it. My bank account does not feel the same way.

I know that these aren't big things. I know that I have the important things down: I have a college degree and alas, I'm using it! I enjoy my job. I  have constructive hobbies - limited interests, but constructive hobbies, nonetheless. And most importantly, I'm happy (happiest when I'm home in sweats, with pizza, and a good movie).

But despite the hair issue, and the impulse problem, I feel 28. I may not look it, sporting a jean jacket while I'm on my way to buy my breakfast that I won't get around to eating until 10am, but I feel it. I've been through a lot, I've survived all of it, and I'm better because of it. I've learned to let go, to find peace with things that are not in my control. I've learned to keep my mouth shut, and instead of giving advice about something, allowing people experience things for themselves. Their battle is not my battle, and vise versa.

But now, if you'll excuse me, I have PopTarts to eat.