Growing pains indeed

I was talking to my cousin who watched me grow up. She said it feels like only yesterday since she brought me and my sis out for the usual treats - fast food, window shopping for toys - with her boyfriend now husband. And she has three kids now, though her looks seriously allow her to pass for thirty. Thirty five max. (She really looks that young hahahah)

It feels so odd, though. Reminiscing further and talking about (for want of a better vague word) grown up stuff impressed upon me the need to... I don't know, grow up and become more mature, when strangely I feel like a kid more than ever. Maybe because when I do silly things now, I actually recognise them to be silly and feel incredibly mortified, like a kid who has just figured I've done something really bad (erps, you know who you are, and you know my deepest, darkest most embarrassing moment now hahaha). But anyway, she tells me I'm a 'grown up lady'. So... what d'ya know?

It feels sort of sad, cos I (usually) have fun monkeying about and doing silly things. But sometimes I feel I have to be just that little degree more mature... especially since I signed up to teach little kids. Maths. Dumdumdum...!