The other day my girl asked me if I thought you just sorta wake up one day as an adult? Of course I played the devil's advocate on that one, but I think she's sorta right in a lot of ways. I told her, being an adult is when you feel bad about sleeping til noon on the weekends, so clearly neither of us are there yet. But, I really don't know if I'm going to wake up one day and just know exactly what to do, and how to go about getting there. I mean, life happens in realtime, right? I guess the notion of waking up and having things all in place for you...it's a little too idealistic. Which I guess makes me a realist?? Never thought that would happen. Hmpf? Real Life. What a strange place to be.