So busy I can barely see straight – who knew two jobs, two kids, one husband and a gallery could eat up my time so much.  Today I went to job #1, then had a lunch date with an artist we are trying to set up a workshop with, then to job #2, then to the gallery for a new member orientation, then home, snuggle with children, then get on the computer to do more gallery work. Working on things just for me is HARD!

And I had a very sad moment today.  I go to a little sandwich shop every time I’m at the gallery – (they have the best fresh-cooked chips ever!!) and I was chatting with one of the guys there – I see this dude a couple times a week – he’s very sweet and quirky and cool.  I was talking with him about jobs we’ve had, school (he wants to be a graphic artist) and then I get a sinking feeling so I ask him how old he is.  His answer – 18!!  My response – OMG, I could be your mother!!

Yes, I’ve now hit the age where it is possible for me to be the mother of a full-fledged adult. This totally spooked me for some reason. I’d been thinking that he and I were contemporaries – but no – we’re actually different GENERATIONS!! I need to really internalize that I’m not 25 anymore!!

I know age is just a number and all that jazz – my friends vary widely in age – from 20-somethings to retirees. I am the youngest Cow at the gallery – although that’s something that doesn’t come up very often (unless they pick on me for not knowing some pop culture thing that I’m too young to remember). But I am getting older – like staring 40 in the face kind of older – maybe it’s time to grow up and figure out what I’m doing with my life.

Hmmmm, need to ponder this some more.

Peace