I’m sitting right smack in the middle of Herald Square. The Empire State Building to my right, my psychiatrist’s office to my left, the flash of Times Square right ahead of me, and several little raindrops on my IPhone. They look like little circular rainbows, like the kind of Lisa Frank stickers I’d decorate my fourth grade homework with. I’m 22 & I want Lisa Frank stickers… awesome.
To make a long story short, I’m growing up. A friend just referred to me as “sage” earlier today — wait, what? No. I know nothing.
And that’s okay.. for the first time in my life.
I mean, look at me. I was half an hour early to my appointment. Who am I, and what have you done with Kirsten? Lately, I’ve looked in the mirror and not recognized my face for a split second. Part of that is I don’t feel like how I look on the outside accurately reflects how I look on the inside, but part of it is just growing up. Change. I used to hate that word — now, I embrace it.
Okay, too many rainbow stickers now. I don’t want water damage to my phone. (and it’s just distracting me, making me nostalgic for my fourth grade memories of monkey bars, spice girls, and my crush on a boy from the chess club).
On to the next thing. Exit stage left.