Nobody likes you when you are 23.
This is the time of year for proms, FFA banquets/conventions and graduations. Reflecting on all of those past experiences, I'm beginning to feel old. Perhaps I am using the wrong noun. I don't feel old; I feel out of touch. I feel lost from it all.
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First state convention (I think?) and I look so young! |
I had a skinny arm before that was a thing... thank goodness that has changed! |
Sometimes, I question my age. In my role, I have a lot of responsibilities. My life is evolving from different things I thought I knew in high school and college to what I know now as an adult in the working world. Nonetheless, I ask myself often, "what's my age, again?"
My cousin Sara and I at prom. |