“A grown-up is a child with layers on.” Woody Barrelson
I have to remind myself sometimes that change is good. Growing up means I'm advancing and getting better at things (hopefully). As soon as I sit still and think, I freak myself out about all these responsibilites and new things that are happening.
I've got the job I wanted, a new house to move into, a new car to start thinking about, a new single life I am totally not used to and plenty of old memories to erase. Maybe not erase, but push away for a while. This growing up malarky is pretty scary when I think about it. It all seems to have happened so quickly and I haven't had time to catch up with it yet!
Let the whirlwind begin.