I remember looking out the airplane window as a kid and thinking we were flying over mashed potatoes.

Nobody told me we weren’t, so… you can’t prove I wasn’t.

Now, how many adults can attest to the fact that you still feel like a big kid sometimes? I don’t think anybody warned me of that, or maybe I just don’t remember.

I kinda figured after four decades I would have things all figured out. Life would make some sense. I’d feel confident, and smart, and like I knew what was going on all the time; know where I was going, what I was doing and why.

I am confident about one thing. I’m still a little lost most of the time.

I’m willing to bet I’m not the only that feels this way.

It’s ok though. I’m good with flying over mashed potatoes and dreaming about the future. There’s always a future to look forward to. Another day, another moment, another adventure ahead. The day I stop believing that is probably the day I’ll feel more like an adult.

Not sure I’m ready for that.

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