I Still Haven’t Grown Up
I sometimes feel like a twenty-seven year old boy.
Last Friday, I shared with you all the things I’ve ever wanted to do with my life. I’ve taken a few detours since high school. Nothing exciting, like having a stint in dealing drugs or being a tough-as-nails biker-gang-member-turned-bounty-hunter-with-a-mullet-and-a-TV-show. No one’s going to make a TV special about my life. I’ve tried narrating my life, in the grocery store or while driving, but it only tempts me to spice up my day by swerving recklessly through traffic, or knocking all the cereal boxes off the shelf, like I’m in a getaway scene in a movie…a movie that takes place in a grocery store.
Most of us haven’t made those kinds of detours. We didn’t drive our lives off a bridge. In fact, for most of us, every turn we made, seemed like the right one at the time. Yet, after ten years, things still aren’t quite the way we’d want them to be.
That’s what’s really frustrating.



