"You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it. " ~Robin Williams
Some recent conversations sent me digging for a few pieces of nostalgia.
CD's to be more specific.
In my quest to find a few particular, targeted Cd's, I stumbled upon an entirely forgotten CD of completely inappropriate and immature rap music.
I pulled up to the gas pump, singing out the lyrics to a song that has more curse words than I have probably said in the last 6 months combined (eerily why is that we remember the lyrics to such things!?) and honestly rather enjoying it!
A lady got out of her car, black pants, black coat, approximately 35 years old and I thought to myself....wonder what she's listening to?!
This got me to thinking....
I am not sure when it happened. Sometime over the last year maybe two,
I cannot leave the house without making my bed!
(I know mom?! RIGHT?! Only took me 30 some years)
Certain things about me have grown up.
then there are the other parts.
That just seem to refuse to "grow up!"
I'm afraid I may be a bit bipolar within my maturity levels!
How old would you be if you didn't know how old you were? ~Satchel Paige
*I would definelty not put down 33 for an answer on that one! At least not this week! It is weird because I can see the responsiblities that for the most part I carry successfully at work and at home, but at the same time I hardly feel "old enough" or "mature enough" to claim to be responsible enough to carry them if that makes any sense what so ever.
I would love to hear how you would answer that question!