When?

As of Saturday, I am now one year older than I was on Friday.

I spent the day travelling to see some horses that needed to be rescued.

You can read the account here.

Now that I’m old, I keep wondering when I’ll be grown-up.

You know, when I’ll have all the answers.

I remember when my Mom was 32. She new it all, she was wise, she was a grown-up.

And I know I don’t have all the answers. In fact, I have very few.

I still do stupid stuff, like going down a hill standing on a toboggan, only to fall on my butt and have my back out for weeks. (Chiro visit tomorrow, Yay!)

Stole this pic from Adeena

When I was younger it was getting on wild horses, galloping recklessly through gravel pits, walking barn beams etc.

Seems I haven’t learned not to do the daredevil thing.

I struggle to get organized. To get everything done that needs to get done.

I’m still stubborn.

I stole this one from Adeena too.

I’m not a very good friend, in that I still don’t remember to send out birthday/anniversary cards, Christmas cards, write thank-you notes, or any of that nice, special stuff.

Oh, I mean to. I even buy the cards.

But they never get sent.

Last week I didn’t teach my children at all.

We played outside. We raked the yard, cleaned out the barn, moved fencing, walked in Hullett again, I went riding on my horse, they went riding on their bikes, there was a lot of just sitting in the sun.

I’m too impulsive. I’m a definite, “Fly be the seat of my pants” kinda gal.

I fail at planning, at thinking things through.

I decide to do something, and I do it. Bam. May not always be the smart thing to do, either.

I am just not at all like I think grown-ups should be.

I guess what I’m saying is,

When will I have it all together?

When will I be a grown-up, like other grown-ups?

At what age does that happen, exactly?