I do.
Frequently.
I'm 28, but usually feel like I'm still a teenager. And it's been nearly a decade since I left teenagerhood.
"Why do I feel like a young whipper-snapper?" is the real question. Not only am I old enough to be an adult, but I've accomplished plenty that would efficiently place me in an adult-ish category.
*I have a Bachelors degree.
*I also earned a Masters.
*I own my own car.
*I have a rockin' awesome career as a Speech-Language Pathologist. I've been an SLP for 4.5 years.
*I've traveled to a handful of places without chaperons (including but not limited to: Alaska, Scotland and Hawaii).
*I sponsor a slow-pitch softball team.
*I have an accountant.
See? Those seem very grown-up, don't they? I'm responsible and all that jazz.
I guess it's what I haven't done, and what I don't own that makes me feel like a kid. So there's that (i.e., I'm not married, I don't have children, I don't own a home...), plus I really like to play.
But just this weekend, I did something that made me feel like a real adult.
I purchased my very first painting.
I first saw it when I had lunch at the Snake Bite in December (when I was downtown for an ADHD conference I went to with Jami--my good friend, and a fellow SLP). The painting was hanging right by our table, and I was totally taken with it; so much, in fact, that I wrote down the artist's name and email address.
It turns out, I couldn't stop thinking about that painting all weekend. Four days later, I emailed the artist, Margie Zirker, to tell her that I really loved the painting and inquired about the price. We exchanged emails over the next day or two, and I decided I couldn't live without that painting. So we met up (Margie's a delightful lady, whose son I happen to know) and I signed a payment contract.
Life went on; Christmas happened, 2011 presented itself, I made some payments.
And now here I am, less than 2 months later, the proud owner of just about the coolest picture in all of history:
Springtime in Bone, Idaho
by Margie Zirker
*I also earned a Masters.
*I own my own car.
*I have a rockin' awesome career as a Speech-Language Pathologist. I've been an SLP for 4.5 years.
*I've traveled to a handful of places without chaperons (including but not limited to: Alaska, Scotland and Hawaii).
*I sponsor a slow-pitch softball team.
*I have an accountant.
See? Those seem very grown-up, don't they? I'm responsible and all that jazz.
I guess it's what I haven't done, and what I don't own that makes me feel like a kid. So there's that (i.e., I'm not married, I don't have children, I don't own a home...), plus I really like to play.
But just this weekend, I did something that made me feel like a real adult.
I purchased my very first painting.
I first saw it when I had lunch at the Snake Bite in December (when I was downtown for an ADHD conference I went to with Jami--my good friend, and a fellow SLP). The painting was hanging right by our table, and I was totally taken with it; so much, in fact, that I wrote down the artist's name and email address.
It turns out, I couldn't stop thinking about that painting all weekend. Four days later, I emailed the artist, Margie Zirker, to tell her that I really loved the painting and inquired about the price. We exchanged emails over the next day or two, and I decided I couldn't live without that painting. So we met up (Margie's a delightful lady, whose son I happen to know) and I signed a payment contract.
Life went on; Christmas happened, 2011 presented itself, I made some payments.
And now here I am, less than 2 months later, the proud owner of just about the coolest picture in all of history:
Springtime in Bone, Idahoby Margie Zirker
Isn't it fantastic?!
This is the thing, my friends, that made me feel like an adult. (Silly Gina!)
This is the thing, my friends, that made me feel like an adult. (Silly Gina!)
6 comments:
Should've named that painting "Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree"
I really like that painting! I too feel like a child, though you are much more grown up than I am ;)
I love it. It's different, but it makes me happy. And the first word that came to mind when I saw it (without looking at the title) was spring. Definitely feels like spring. Oh, and I know what you mean about the whole adult thing. My brain isn't there yet and I have 2 kids, but don't feel old enough.
ooh gina! I really like that. it's a good thing you haven't been to italy yet ;)
bright and really fun! Find a great spot to put it. I love you more.
I love it! It's beautiful.
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