I Don't Feel Different

I turned 27 on Tuesday. I don't feel different. I suppose in some ways I wanted to wake up and finally "feel" like an adult. And I also wanted, in some point in that day, secretly, to find a VW bug convertible somewhere for me to find ... with a big red bow on it. Didn't matter the color.

But I did realized a lot of things that DID happen at 27 years of my life and how things changed in one year.

• I'm a mommy.
• Last year, I was cooped up in my house on my 26th birthday ... totally unaware of what a precious thing I had in my belly ... and not knowing that one year from that very day I would have a little jibbery-jabbering princess banging on my laptop keyboard while I'm trying to write this. ;)
  
• Somehow I have become a full-fledged germaphobe. The friendly, household dust bunny makes me anxious.
  
• I am becoming my mother, in the flesh! And my daughter looks just like my daddy nowadays.
  
• I am becoming what I said I would NEVER be. Hahaha! ... my parents!
• I'm still married, which in this day in time is such a rare thing to be able to say.
• I'm learning "stress management". i.e. not working when I'm already too overwhelmed, taking rides with my sunroof back and the music blarring, shopping.
  
• Learning to be satisfied with what I have. (Make note: Try to find another venue for stress management besides shopping. Woops!)
• I'm trying to laugh more, and try to surround myself around happy people. Laughter is so good for the soul.
• Judging less and loving more.
• Listening to my Drama-dar. Steering clear of people and things that bring me down and cause me stress. Stress is apparently not good for the shopaholic's credit card. (Making another mental note)
  
• I respect the adults in my life so much more!
• My family is the best.
  
• Trying to have FUN! Something about having a child makes you realize how we really AREN'T guaranteed tomorrow. Have fun, people!!!!!!!
• Funny how years passing sort of filters out all the people you used to consider friends, and you realize who the real ones are.
  
• Wondering where does the time go. A week in the life of Melissa Brown flies by. Weeks turn into months ... maybe that's why I'm astonished to be planning Olivia's 1st birthday party!!! She should only be a few months old!!!!!!!! Not right ...
  

Well, Princess Pitchin-a-fit is pulling out the dramatics. More later.