In Other Words
“Another belief of mine:
that everyone else my age is an adult,
whereas I am in disguise.”
I know that a person my age is an adult. I cannot deny I am an adult. I look like an adult and for the most part, I behave like an adult. I have worked forever and I am now semi-retired so that makes me old and old people are adults.
I am a grown-up because I am bigger than a child, take care of myself, own my apartment, have a job, pay bills, grumble and complain, have aches and pains. But I have a hard time taking all that information and equating it with being an adult.
I think I am a much younger person whose body has sped past her true heart and mind. I resemble an adult but really I am a quasi-adult and I am quite happy with that. I would be even happier if the body part would slow down a bit…my disguise is beginning to look somewhat worn.