It's Groundhog Day and...
It's also my birthday! So in the spirit of both, I decided to go outside to see if I see my shadow (in the hopes of changing his prediction of more winter).
Well, I didn't see a full on shadow, but some slight shadow around my shoes. So, I'm not sure what that means, but if the snow flurries in the air had anything to say, I'm going to guess that they were in agreement with the groundhog.
My birthday however is not conditional on my shadow, and I'm now 29 years old. Yikes. And this far into the game, I'm still not convinced that there is such a thing as a "grown up." Somewhere I read, and I can't find the source now, something along the lines of: Grown ups don't exist; there are only children who have forgotten they are pretending.
If you've been following my blog a little, you'll have noticed that I'm as equally excited about toy blocks and dolls as I am doilies and afghans like the stereotypical old lady! After a little chat with a dear friend discussing such things, I came to the realization that I refuse to be defined by age! And that's all "grown up" is, right? It's some term defined by age and expected behavior. Well I'm not buying into it.
You want to know the truth about my shadow today? It's off running around with Peter Pan's shadow!