Grow Up, Will Ya?!

Ever since I can remember people have always considered me younger than I really am.  Perhaps it's my baby cheeks that I have just never lost.  Perhaps it's the way I dress, or the way I do my hair, or the way I do my makeup, or the way I act, I don't know.  I will probably be thanking my lucky stars in a few years if/when I get closer to looking like my actual age, but for now, I'm not going to lie, it's a little frustrating.  Especially when my very own client thinks I'm a graduate right out of high school.  (Yes, he said high school!)  I almost had no words.  You think I look like I'm 18 years old?  Two years older from being 16?  Ten years younger than I really am?  Well, thank you, I guess, but I hope that doesn't hinder you from deciding to go with my design and our company because you don't think I've got any experience under my belt.

To be perfectly honest, I see no point in growing up.  Why should I?  Who wants responsibility and seriousness?!  I want fun and laughter!  I'll be 29 years old next month.  I, evidently, look like I'm 18, physically feel like I'm 16, mentally feel like I'm 38, and act like I'm 9.  That puts me at an average of 22.  So, in lieu of celebrating my 29th birthday in May, I will be celebrating my 22nd birthday.  I think that's a good compromise!

Forget real life.