I have always been the youngest in my family and amongst most of my friends, not to mention the eternal single girl. And I've always loved it - both positions allow for a certain degree of irresponsibility, which I bask in.
While I love being the youngest and love my single life, they are currently causing me to move away from my friends.
You see, most of my friends are all grown-up.
They have houses, and significant others, and children, and real grown-up worries.
I, on the other hand, am amassing frequent flyer miles, a lot of random stories, and pretty much standing still.
These people that have helped me grow are now grown. They have their own lives to worry about and comparatively, mine feels somewhat insignificant.
Not that they would ever make me feel like that. Never. They are too classy for that - and smarter because I would raise some serious hell.
But here I am, wandering through an insignificant existence. With nothing to show other than some fabulous shoes and a pretty decent wardrobe, there is actually nothing significant about my life - right now. God do I hope that this is a right now thing.
My biggest worry - this blog will be my only legacy. No kids. No great love. Nothing beyond a few unimportant words on the internet.
sigh.
As Sir Isaac Newton stated: A body persists in a state of rest or of uniform motion unless acted upon by an external force.
I need an external force. Something fierce.
