I really should look in the mirror before I leave the house to go to a place where adults are.
I just walked into the bathroom of Starbucks, where I’ve been camped out for a few hours “working” on all my volunteer projects, and realized my mom-do and snotty-finger-printed jeans and shirt were not proper attire for this hipster scene.
My 20 year old self is embarrassed. But reality is, if this were library story hour I’d look darn good. And that’s where I’m meant to be these days.