I am most definitely suffering from the Peter Pan Syndrome, otherwise known as the "I never (ever) want to grow up" syndrome.
Today, while I was cleaning out my car (a complete car makeover ;-) it dawned on me that in less than 5 months I will be . . . alone. Best Friend and I were chatting about this bright future of mine (smirk) when she remarked, "M. we all believe in you, we really do . . . you just don't." I could be devoured in pride and I am, admittedly. Growing up is like soap in my grip--I cannot grasp it. No pity parties for me, please, I know what I need to do . . .
But I have this overwhelming sense of failure and I haven't even started yet.
Oh well, c'est la vie. I just hope it ends well.
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